Lyrics

TUMALO MORNING ©2001 Don Lange, Barking Spider Music, BMI

We told some tall tales
told some little white lies
said we’re going to Bend
to pick up supplies
nobody believed us
not even our wives
it’s a Tumalo morning on the river

upstream they’re making guitars
downstream they’re making love in their cars
there’s a brown trout rising we’ll be here for hours
on this Tumalo morning on the river

tommy wades too deep
as he wants to do
in his funky old waders
and funky old boots
he gets baptized
in the middle Deschutes
on this Tumalo morning on the river

tommy’s old lady
looks him up and down
he’s smiling like a baby
she’s wearing a frown
she says it must’ve been raining
real hard in town
it’s a Tumalo morning on the river