Ok, thought I’d share this. I wrote this last week when I was down with the flu and it was pouring outside. Please, ask for permission to use! I don’t mind sharing as long as I am acknowledged as the author. Enjoy! ;0)
Ballad of The Southern Musher
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Now here’s a story to behold,
Sometimes you ain’t gotta do what you’re told.
See, down in the south we run dogs without snow,
but Man! it’s good to run against the flow!
Mushin’ dust is more fun than it sounds,
nuthin’ like being with our huskies and hounds!
No waiting around for snow to come,
10 miles, 5 dogs, 3 wheels and we’re done!
Don’t shush the dogs ’cause they know what we’re doin’,
load up the truck and we’ll get to movin’.
Head down the hollar or up to the ridge,
find the best spot and park in the ditch.
Crank up the CB and holler at ya friends,
chat for a while and tell ‘em how you’ve been.
Bring all the dogs, and y’all come on over,
we’ll sit around the campfire as the night grows colder.
Talk mushing, swap stories, might even have some ’shine,
teams wollerin’ in the hay, having a good time.
Listen to some Skynyrd and discuss chickens and Fords,
these are my people, and they all are adored.
Wake to the smell of homegrown bacon,
meat soup for the dogs we’ll soon be makin’.
Tighten the brakes and hook up your dogs,
then your off like a shot, rolling through the mornin’ fog.
This hillbilly’s happiest when she’s behind this rig,
taking pride in our dogs is what we really dig.
There’s ice on the river, and fire in their eyes,
no other way we’d wanna live our lives!
Head back to camp and it’s already that time,
share a cake of cornbread and then we say good bye.
We really love to mush, but it’s that much better here -
Happy Trails to all and y’all come back, ya hear? 
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