[pct-l] PCT SONG

[FrankandAlta at hotmail.com (FrankandAlta)]

Hey out there,
   My first posting. Yogi included a great hiking song in her PCT Handbook, but we're having trouble discovering the title and composer. If anyone out there knows anything about it, I'd appreciate hearing from you cause it's way too good to just let disappear. Thanks. Frank Kebelman
               
1.
Well, I am looking, I am searchin',
I have found, near the ground,
my soul myself, beneath this trail.
There's no other place I'd rather be,
can't you see me out here walkin'
in the rain and hail.

2.
The purpose of life, it seems to me,
is not to take yourself too seriously.
I wouldn't want to be an old man,
sittin' in an office building someplace far away,
with worry on my face. 

Chorus:
Well you can take my car my stereo my little money,
leave me with nothin' but my trail family.
Take my dress up clothes, my cheap cologne, my college loans,
I don't mind, I don't mind.

3.
Well if that tax man comes lookin'
I'm at ten thousand feet cookin'
up some oatmeal, or some rice and beans.
I worship the spirit that doesn't just look down,
he looks up and through and all around,
you find him in the rocks and trees.
Cause there's no reason to pray when you wake up everyday,
over see-no(spl?) peak.
So find some ground, lace up your boots,
start walkin' and you will find reason,
enough reason to believe.

Chorus:
Well you can drop your worries at the parking lot,
or way down in the city where the sun burns hot.
Although civilization is a nice place to visit,
I wouldn't want to live there.

4.
Oh just one final paragraph of advice,
don't burn yourselves out, be as I am.
It's not enough to fight for the land,
it's even more important to enjoy it
while you can, while it's still here.

Chorus:
So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around.
Ramble out yonder, explore the woods, encounter a grizz,
climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep,
of that yet sweet, lucid air.

5.
Sit quiet for awhile, contemplate the precious stillness,
that mystery, and awesome space.
Enjoy yourself keep your brain in your head,
and your head attached to your body.
A body active and alive.

6.
And I promise you this much,
I promise you this one sweet victory, over our enemies.
Over those deskbound people with their hearts in a box.
I promise you this one sweet victory.
You'll out live the bastards.