Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Composed & Performed by Babe Thruster (Gulf Coast HHH) at Camp Hedon XVIII

Mother mother hasher I have heard you call I’ve been running your fucked up hash trails As long as I can recall And drank alcohol All that alcohol

Watched the hares that laid trail Get us lost and beat But I’ve seen more of the places I’ve been Than that tourist on the bus in the street And did it all on my feet Through the cold and the heat

Yes, I am a hasher I’m grateful for that fate Don’t want to be no couch potato Sober, serious or sedate No social standards dictate How I celebrate

And I’ve done my share of Yucca Done butt chugs down the ass Drank enough beer to float a tanker But pissed it away so fast Just like my cash Blew it all on the hash

And I have been drunk now since the circle broke up I’ve passed out and I’ve rallied, shown my ass and thrown up But I gotta keep drinkin’ Can’t help thinkin’ A work day in just round the bend Then we pay for our sin Hungover again

And I go for hasher women But I never seem to score By the time of day they get ready to play I’m passed out there on the floor Hope I don’t snore Or get hit by the door

Mother mother hasher Through all these years I’ve found Living the life of a hasher being The best damned lifestyle around So I’ll stay trail bound And do a down-down As a hare or a hound I’ll do a down-down