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Rumble, Tumble, Grumble On a Roll |
Rumble, Tumble, Grumble by Tim Seston I live in a cabin on the edge of the wood And most of the time my simple life is quite good Now once in a while I find myself in a jam But it doesn’t bother me because I am who I am Rumble, Tumble, Grumble, Stumble Crumble, Fumble, Jumble, Mumble Good thing my parents taught me How to be Humble. I woke up this morning with an empty belly So I went to the kitchen opened up the fridge But the fridge was empty so I put on my boots Had to go across the river on a rickety bridge Chorus Well the trip into town isn’t easy I say I’ve got to walk two miles on a dirt road each way But I never get bored because no trip is the same And solving each problem is like playing a game Chorus When I get to the store it’s like a good old friend Because it all seems to work for the best in the end Then I sit on the stoop, eat a bite, give a sigh While I watch the people hurry, grouchy as they pass by Chorus |
I am a member of the Children's Music Network (CMN). It is an organization of teachers, performers, librarians, parents and all who enjoy singing for and with children. Here in New England, members gather regularly to sing and share songs. I have hosted several "song swaps" over the past few years. On one occasion CMN member Pat Sorn arrived early and we were playing with my sons and their trucks on the living room rug. Owen suggested we write "Rumble, Tumble, Grumble". Pat, Luke and Owen were on percussion and I took out my guitar and muddled my way through a few lyrics that turned out to be the second verse of this song. I wrote the chorus and the rest of the story the following morning and recorded the song on my iPhone. Owen played the saxoflute next to me and there was a bit of recorder courtesy of Luke from across the room. Recording this song with a studio band for the album "On a Roll" brings back memories of the original performance. |
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