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To the tune of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers.
To the tune of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers.


On a cold December evening
On a cold December evening, on the Brandywine creek branch road
<br>On the Brandywine creek branch road
<br>I met up with a skier, she was too tired to speak
<br>I met up with a skier
<br>So we sat down to dinner, and she gulped down all my trail mix
<br>She was too tired to speak
<br>As out headlamps they grew dimmer, she began to speak
<br>So we sat down to dinner
<br>and she gulped down all my trail mix
<br>as out headlamps they grew dimmer
<br>she began to speak


Son I've made a life
Son I've made a life, out of looking for the powder
<br>Out of looking for the powder
<br>Not confusing it with chowder, or that broken crust
<br>Not confusing it with chowder
<br>And if you don't mind me saying, your skiing needs improving
<br>Or that broken crust
<br>You can't ski all you find here, with a kick turn and traverse
<br>And if you don't mind me saying
<br>You skiing needs improving
<br>You can't ski all you find here
<br>with a kick turn and traverse


You've got to know when to crud bust
You've got to know when to crud bust, know when to ski cut
<br>Know when to ski cut
<br>Know when to parallel, traverse out and run
<br>Know when to parallel
<br>Never count your turns up, halfway down the mountain
<br>Traverse out and run
<br>Or you'll have face plants a coming, before the day is done.
<br>Never count your turns up
<br>halfway down the mountain
<br>Or you'll have face plants a coming
<br>Before the day is done.


-by J. Wong, December 31 1994.  This song first appeared in the VOC [[Brew Hut]] log book.  Inspired by 2000 vertical feet for breakable crust.
-by J. Wong, December 31 1994.  This song first appeared in the VOC [[Brew Hut]] log book.  Inspired by 2000 vertical feet for breakable crust.

Revision as of 03:39, 31 October 2007

To the tune of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers.

On a cold December evening, on the Brandywine creek branch road
I met up with a skier, she was too tired to speak
So we sat down to dinner, and she gulped down all my trail mix
As out headlamps they grew dimmer, she began to speak

Son I've made a life, out of looking for the powder
Not confusing it with chowder, or that broken crust
And if you don't mind me saying, your skiing needs improving
You can't ski all you find here, with a kick turn and traverse

You've got to know when to crud bust, know when to ski cut
Know when to parallel, traverse out and run
Never count your turns up, halfway down the mountain
Or you'll have face plants a coming, before the day is done.

-by J. Wong, December 31 1994. This song first appeared in the VOC Brew Hut log book. Inspired by 2000 vertical feet for breakable crust.