POST-MODERN BLUES
© Greg Keeler 1988

Rain Forest Rider

Well, he used to ride the rodeo,
But he broke so many bones,
He had to be a rough stock rider
Far away from home.
Across Central America,
He drove the mighty herds,
And sometimes in the pampas nights,
He'd sing these lonesome words.
Rain forest rider, rain forest rider,
You drive them dogies so rough and hard,
You nearly breake your back,
Just so some wad upo north can have
His Whopper and Big Mac,
His Whopper and Big Mac,
His Whopper and Big Mac,

The range he rides don't look quite like
It used to look before.
These barren hills and rolling plains
Were once a forest floor.
But then some burger chains up north
Required some cheaper beef,
So they cut 'em down these rain forests
And burned up every leaf.
Rain forest rider, rain forest rider,
You'll ride herd on what's left of the world's
Oxygen supply,
Just so some wad up north can have
A burger with his fries,
A burger with his fries,
A burger with his fries.

He don't stay in one place for long.
He moves from plain to plain
'Cause the grasses that his cattle eat
Can't stand the pounding rain.
What once was forest canopy
Is now wide open sky.
Hello, sunshine, hello rain,
Let's kiss the soil goodbye.
Rain forest rider, rain forest rider,
Two hundred million years of shade
Is fryin' in the sun.
Just so some wad up north can have
A burger on his bun,
A burger on his bun,
A burger on his bun.