Greg Trafidlo: Listen to the Music

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Yep, all true memories of Greg's childhood sledding in a park near his home in Downers Grove, Illinois.

SUGAR BOWL
Greg Trafidlo © 2008

For as long as I remember, it happened each December
(At) That crater in the woods by Gilbert Park
A bunch of friends together, like bold Olympic sledders
We'd careen, down that ravine, even after dark

Chorus:

Oh-oh… Don't you want to go?
Slipping and a-sliding down a Sugar Bowl

Those sleds were hard to handle, the runners waxed with candles,
Used flattened boxes, skis and trash can lids
My cousin bruised his noggin. Busted his toboggan
But it didn't mean, a hill of beans, to a happy bunch of kids

Slush inside our snow boots.
Bounced over rocks and tree roots.
Faster than a Burlington train
You'll wind up in St. Joes Creek, If you don't have the technique
Then from the top, we'd belly flop, and climb that hill again

Repeat Chorus

Bridge :

Now that canyon's not as steep as yesterday
But it does me good to watch 'em sledding,… in the same old way

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