Just bumpin’ back after a nap.
It’s a long and bumpy road
A hot and a bumpy load
The folks I meet ain’t always kind
Some are bad and some are good
Some have bumped the best they could.
Some have tried to ease my bumpy mind.
And I can’t help but wonder when I’ll bump, when I’ll bump
Can’t help but wonder when I’ll bump.
You’re not wrong, Annie. You’re just a bumper.
That one wrote itself once the first line came into my head. It’s based on another Tom Paxton song “Can’t Help But Wonder Where I’m Bound.” No, that is not a traditional folk song, though it’s often credited that way. Paxton is bumping philosophical about it, figuring it’s the highest tribute a bumping folk song write can get.
It got me thinking about this one:
The long and bumpy road,
That leads to your door,
Will never disappear;
I’ve bumped that road before.
It always bumps me here,
Bumps me to your door…
I can bump that, man.
Far-out!
Slow down, you bump too fast,
You got to make the morning last,
Just bumping down the cobblestones,
Looking for fun and feeling bumpy–
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling bumpy.
More Tom Paxton:
It’s a thread bump too late for the learning
A thread bump, a thread bump
In a bump of the thread my head is turning
A thread bump, a thread bump
Are you going away without a Thread bump?
Will there be not a bump left behind.
I could have bumped it better,
I didn’t mean to leave unbumped.
That was the last bump on my mind.
There’s an old piano and they bump it hot behind the green door
Don’t know what they’re doin’ but they bump a lot behind the green door
Wish they’d let me in so I could find out what’s bumpin’ behind the green door
I see a red door and I want to bump it black.
Hey, Mama don’t allow no bumpin’ in this thread,
Yeah, Mama don’t allow no bumpin’ in this thread.
I don’t care what Mama don’t allow,
I’m gonna bump this thread anyhow,
Mama don’t allow no bumpin’ in this thread.
Bumper, you know we bumped all the rules…
Rules need to be bumped.
Spoons can be bumped too
Ouch! I guess we can be bumped.
The dish bumped away with the spoon. tsk tsk tsk
And what a dish! A most delightful bump.
A bump for the ages…
“Here’s bumping at you, kid.”
“You just put your lips together and bump.”