adventures in dysthymia

Monday, March 14, 2005

I spent the weekend down near Dade City at the Will McLean music festival. While I was talking to friend/songwriter Joey Errigo, I mentioned that I was 'still stuck in Steinhatchee.' To which she replied, 'That sounds like a song.' She was right:

STILL STUCK IN STEINHATCHEE (a blues)

Still stuck in Steinhatchee – never thought I would be here;
Yeah, I’m stuck in Steinhatchee – never thought I’d still be here;
Sittin’ by the Steinhatchee River, drinkin’ my Steinhatchee beer.

Still stuck in Steinhatchee, where the sandspurs and the sandgnats grow
Still stuck here in Steinhatchee, where the sandspurs and the sandgnats grow
Scratchin’ all the time – they’re every where I go.

The pulp plant up in Perry sends its stench our way;
That pulp plant up in Perry, it sends a bad stench our way;
Yes, it’s stinky in Steinhatchee – stinky every day!

There’s a lot of places better, like Mims or Apalachee
A whole lot of places better, like Mims or Apalachee
But here I am a-sittin’, still stuck in Steinhatchee.

Still stuck in Steinhatchee – never thought I would be here;
Yeah, I’m stuck in Steinhatchee – never thought I’d still be here;
Sittin’ in my Steinhatchee trailer, same as I was all last year.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

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