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Country Toads


Almost seven where’s Virginia?
Blue ridge mama hangs out by the roadside.
Dark and crusty, with warts upon her knees.
Smells just like a dead skunk dying on the breeze.
… Chorus
Country toads. Run ’em down.
Squish em up. They’ll turn brown.
Like a Frisbee, you can fly ’em.
Country toads. Run em down.

Virginia hopped out one dark and stormy night.
Passed out by the road side, didn’t see the light.
Now it happened, Virginia’s gone to far.
Tangled with a semi, now she blends with tar.
… Chorus …
I hear her scream as the tires ran upon her.
Going 60 miles an hour, there was no hope at all.
Riding down the road I always see her there.
She’s preserved and doing fine, part of that white line.
… Chorus
The end


Sung to the the tune of “Country Toads” by John Denver

Mike Harmer

I created this website back in 1996, and have slowly added content to it over the years. Some resources have been contributed by viewers and other people who love the outdoors.

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