Turn of the Century Photograph of Charlie McAlister
“He never knew he was sick. And he died in the arms of a gal!”
It really sucks that Charlie McAlister died last year. I had really hoped to write to him more and maybe talk to him one day! Back in 1998, I found this cassette of his and it’s still out there! But you won’t find lyrics and tabs out there—he was truly underground. (There is a section of my upcoming link directory devoted to the muckpile of this rambling maniac.) In the meantime, please enjoy these wonderful lyrics to the second song.
Bog Man He never knew he was sick And he died in the arms of a gal! Who threw his body into the bog Next to the rice canal. Next to the rice canal. And ten-thousand years later they found His body buried in the moss-- And his skin and eyes had turned to leather And his bones had turned to rock. His bones had turned to rock. So then they took him to a museum And put his body in a case. And people came from miles around To see the bog man's face. To see the bog man's face. But late one night after the museum had closed, The bog man came back to life-- And he went out into the streets in a rage And strangled the mayor's wife. And strangled the mayor's wife. So the next villager to die only had one leg And couldn't run to escape. And the bog man hit him with a cinder block And a pointed rake. And a pointed rake. So the next villager to die was blind in one eye And didn't see it coming. And the bog man hit him with the pointed rake Till the blood started flowing. Bog man, bog man, you are an evil man. Bog man, bog man, you are an evil man. Bog man, bog man, you are an evil man.