Cover Friday

[jabber]

 

[Hilljackoutlaw]

 

[Hilljackoutlaw]

 

[Hilljackoutlaw]

 

[Big Slick]

 

[Ben Lamb]

 

[Lige]

 

[Ben Lamb]

 

[Hilljackoutlaw]

 

[Tradewind]

A classic cover.

I don't want to know

 

[elkduds]

Springsteen covered by women:

 

[noharleyyet]

Half covered...

 

[Tradewind]

Half covered...

excellent Harley. You're finally starting to come around....

 

[noharleyyet]

 

[Zach]

You're delving into my high school musical stylings!
Well done!

 

[elkduds]

Wish I was slurping a Matsumoto's in Haleiwa, bra.

 

[DouglasR]

 

[2rocky]

Try it with these lyrics I wrote a few years ago..

.
Through the Sage

(to the tune of Turn the Page- Bob Seger)



On the high lonesome mountain, west of the divide,

There’s a few basins back there, about a half day’s ride.

You think about bucks you saw and blown stalks the day before

After scouting for eternity, checking country that is new,

Topo maps and GPS, Forest Rangers too.

You’re on the trail before daylight, you will hunt til day is through.



Here I am, on the ridge again, there I am, glassing the sage.

Here I go stalking the buck again

There he goes, through the sage.



Well you glass the distant hillside, lookin’ for bucks or does

You know they’re out there, as you shiver from the cold

You don’t let it bother you, cause that’s the way it goes.

Some times you see ‘em first at least you hope you can

Glassing basins, ridges and fingers with the lay of the land

No matter how your eyes ache, it’s better than a treestand.



Here I am , spot and stalk again. There I am out of my cage.

Here I go . Fifty yards again.

There he goes, busted in the sage



When you find him in your spotting scope, a couple miles away

You hustle through the coulees, gotta get to him today.

As the sweat pours out your body while crawling into range

Later in the evening, as you are rolling out your bed

With visions of a Booner running through your head.

You build your last campfire, remembering what you said



Here I am, packing out a buck again. There I am, smelling of sage.

Here I go. Full pack again

There I go. Coming of age



Here I am, on the ridge again. There I am glassing the sage

Here I go, down the trail again..

There I go, there I go.

 

[Hilljackoutlaw]

Try it with these lyrics I wrote a few years ago..

.
Through the Sage

(to the tune of Turn the Page- Bob Seger)



On the high lonesome mountain, west of the divide,

There’s a few basins back there, about a half day’s ride.

You think about bucks you saw and blown stalks the day before

After scouting for eternity, checking country that is new,

Topo maps and GPS, Forest Rangers too.

You’re on the trail before daylight, you will hunt til day is through.



Here I am, on the ridge again, there I am, glassing the sage.

Here I go stalking the buck again

There he goes, through the sage.



Well you glass the distant hillside, lookin’ for bucks or does

You know they’re out there, as you shiver from the cold

You don’t let it bother you, cause that’s the way it goes.

Some times you see ‘em first at least you hope you can

Glassing basins, ridges and fingers with the lay of the land

No matter how your eyes ache, it’s better than a treestand.



Here I am , spot and stalk again. There I am out of my cage.

Here I go . Fifty yards again.

There he goes, busted in the sage



When you find him in your spotting scope, a couple miles away

You hustle through the coulees, gotta get to him today.

As the sweat pours out your body while crawling into range

Later in the evening, as you are rolling out your bed

With visions of a Booner running through your head.

You build your last campfire, remembering what you said



Here I am, packing out a buck again. There I am, smelling of sage.

Here I go. Full pack again

There I go. Coming of age



Here I am, on the ridge again. There I am glassing the sage

Here I go, down the trail again..

There I go, there I go.

I like it!!

 

[DouglasR]

Try it with these lyrics I wrote a few years ago..

.
Through the Sage

(to the tune of Turn the Page- Bob Seger)



On the high lonesome mountain, west of the divide,

There’s a few basins back there, about a half day’s ride.

You think about bucks you saw and blown stalks the day before

After scouting for eternity, checking country that is new,

Topo maps and GPS, Forest Rangers too.

You’re on the trail before daylight, you will hunt til day is through.



Here I am, on the ridge again, there I am, glassing the sage.

Here I go stalking the buck again

There he goes, through the sage.



Well you glass the distant hillside, lookin’ for bucks or does

You know they’re out there, as you shiver from the cold

You don’t let it bother you, cause that’s the way it goes.

Some times you see ‘em first at least you hope you can

Glassing basins, ridges and fingers with the lay of the land

No matter how your eyes ache, it’s better than a treestand.



Here I am , spot and stalk again. There I am out of my cage.

Here I go . Fifty yards again.

There he goes, busted in the sage



When you find him in your spotting scope, a couple miles away

You hustle through the coulees, gotta get to him today.

As the sweat pours out your body while crawling into range

Later in the evening, as you are rolling out your bed

With visions of a Booner running through your head.

You build your last campfire, remembering what you said



Here I am, packing out a buck again. There I am, smelling of sage.

Here I go. Full pack again

There I go. Coming of age



Here I am, on the ridge again. There I am glassing the sage

Here I go, down the trail again..

There I go, there I go.

That tree stand line really hit home.
Beautiful writing.