This song started as a dream I had about hunting morels on a steep slope in southern Indiana. In the dream, I lose my footing only to tumble all the way down the hill landing in a creek bed where low and behold, I spotted one beautiful lone morel on the bank. Maybe you've been there? From being shown how to hunt mushrooms as a kid by my family to now hanging out and hunting the southern Indiana hills with some of the most ornery, real deal local legends, Morel mushroom hunting is a time honored tradition. Morel mushroom hunters are very serious, competitive and secretive people, too. Add that in with the fact that the morel mushroom hunting season is very short so it can be a very intense time. It's also just a lot of fun and a good excuse to get lost in the woods for novice and expert alike. This song is just a silly take on the whole bit and we hope you enjoy it!

Mushroom Hunter's Blues

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  • I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking

    Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside

    Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife

    Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues

    Gotta get up in the morning go and stake your claim fetch your tater sack and your walking cane

    Don’t forget today’s paper and a can of bug spray cause ticks are dicks.

    I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking

    Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside

    Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife

    Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues

    Walking through the woods looking for the honey hole there’s a big dead elm beyond the wellcap stone. Begging Buddha, Jesus, Allah and to Mother Earth too to be the first one on the board.

    All of a sudden stumble on a big flush oh my damn now what a rush I’ll take this one and that one thank you very much!

    Gotta keep on moving.

    I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking

    Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside

    Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife

    Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues

    Been hunting mushrooms nearly all my life cut them off at the base with my pappys knife

    Roll them in cornmeal and fry them up nice. It’s tradition!

    I’ve got the walking, talking, stumbling stalking

    Tripping over grape vine rolling down the hillside

    Right through the briar patch scaring up the wildlife

    Morel Mushroom Hunters Blues