Bigfoot by EBarnacle
(Melody: Joe Hill; July 21, 1987)

I dreamed I saw Bigfoot last night
As large as you or me;
Sez I, "Bigfoot, you're just a myth."
Sez he, "I'm what you see." [Repeat last line of each verse.]

From San Diego, up through Maine,
In every field and wood,
Where campers meet to tell their tales,
They talk of old Bigfoot.

They tell of him with horror tales,
They talk of him with glee,
If someone goes to take a walk,
They talk of mystery.

The horror tales are all a sham,
I am extremely shy;
The harder that you look for me,
The faster I slip by.

I slip in shadow through the land,
I quietly go by,
You crowd me with development
'Til I've no place to hide.

I dreamed I saw Bigfoot last night
As large as you or me.
Sez I "Bigfoot, you're just a myth."
Sez he, "I'm what you see."