Текст (слова) песни: Chumbawamba - 8. Walking the Penine Way
It`s not so much the distance nor the time it takes It`s not even the cold nor the pains or aches I can cope with blisters and the weight of my pack And I don`t mind the rain if I`ve got my mac But have I cursed Wainwright in my time To be fair, he said it`s all muck and slime The creeping sludge, the never-ending peat It were that that nearly finished me, it nearly had me beat Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs You`d never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logs Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs Well it`s such a funny stuff is peat, it`s nature`s own glue It got to me, it did, and by the end of day, too I thought, I`m only carrying on so that I can say If I`ve done nothing else, I`ve walked the Penine way But I did it seven years ago, so why do it again? Well I don`t really know, and I didn`t know then Unless it`s this that`s been nagging at my noggin Peat bogs and me have got this love/hate thing Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs You`d never credit it--they burn the stuff instead of logs Peat bogs, peat bogs, more peat bogs
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