Couchiching and Ketchikan

        I'm goin'a Couchiching 'n Ketchikan
        To Couchiching 'n Ketchikan
        In paddle boat and black and tans.
        Blistered, blocked and blustered,
        Whiskered, hocked and custard,
        Don't matter now, too late my friend,
        I'm goin'a Couchiching 'n Ketchikan (sound of train whistle)
        Ketchikan, Ketchikan, (repeat).......(imitating train moving down track)
                                     
        I'm almost there 
        Don't bother me
        I felt her touch, her gentle smile
        But now she loves another guy.
        My heart's on ice
        My brain's for hire
        Gonna find a room
        As early as I can
        In Couchiching and Ketchikan.
        Ketchikan, Ketchikan, Ketchikan (repeat....ditto)
        Freshly out of Fort Cocaine
        Fingers drummin on the window pane
        Whistling screams from the bowels of the train
        A careless monkeying of my pain.
        Don't bother writin'
        Don't send me tea
        Four walls 'll keep me company.
        Up North 
        Mother Nature don't make you cry
        Like southern ladies and their lies. 
        Some day soon 
        Back on my feet
        I'll call on you and all the clan
        But first I'll burn the rubble on my land
        I'll turn the soil asunder if I can
        If I can, If I can, If I can (repeat...imitating train on track)
        In Couchiching and Ketchikan. 
                 

        Author: Phil Mader                                     
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        E-mail: tte@conscoop.ottawa.on.ca

        Copywright: The Royal Academy of Street Poets, 1994.