Rumble, Tumble, Grumble
On a Roll

Rumble, Tumble, Grumble by Tim Seston

I live in a cabin on the edge of the wood
And most of the time my simple life is quite good
Now once in a while I find myself in a jam
But it doesn’t bother me because I am who I am

Rumble, Tumble, Grumble, Stumble
Crumble, Fumble, Jumble, Mumble
Good thing my parents taught me
How to be Humble.

I woke up this morning with an empty belly
So I went to the kitchen opened up the fridge
But the fridge was empty so I put on my boots
Had to go across the river on a rickety bridge

Chorus

Well the trip into town isn’t easy I say
I’ve got to walk two miles on a dirt road each way
But I never get bored because no trip is the same
And solving each problem is like playing a game

Chorus

When I get to the store it’s like a good old friend
Because it all seems to work for the best in the end
Then I sit on the stoop, eat a bite, give a sigh
While I watch the people hurry,
          grouchy as they pass by

Chorus

I am a member of the Children's Music Network (CMN).  It is an
organization of teachers, performers, librarians, parents and all who
enjoy singing for and with children.  Here in New England, members
gather regularly to sing and share songs.  I have hosted several "song
swaps" over the past few years.  On one occasion CMN member Pat
Sorn arrived early and we were playing with my sons and their trucks
on the living room rug. Owen suggested we write "Rumble, Tumble,
Grumble".  Pat, Luke and Owen were on percussion and I took out my
guitar and muddled my way through a few lyrics that turned out to be
the second verse of this song.  I wrote the chorus and the rest of the
story the following morning and recorded the song on my iPhone.  
Owen played the saxoflute next to me and there was a bit of recorder
courtesy of Luke from across the room.  

Recording this song with a studio band for the album "On a Roll" brings
back memories of the original performance.