| Bronson Road |
| a country song |
I'm headin' out that Bronson Road.
That's where I'll hit the motherlode.
Back in the alder, spruce and pine,
where streams in bog and bush unwind.
Scoffers, doubters all be damned.
I won't fetch up on no beaver dam.
The brooks are narrow, but they're deep.
The pools are black, dark trout they keep.
The sky is blue, the sun is bright.
The bugs are thick, but they don't bite.
I'll leave the pave back in the dust.
This time it's Bronson Road or bust.
Chorus:
I'll leave the pave back in the dust.
This time it's Bronson Road or bust.
Nanook of the Nashwaak
Reach out and touch a rock
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