1.Black Bear Road
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Me an' rj an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and
we had us one'a them u-drive-'em army jeep cars which we rented
from a fella by the name of kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy
you
Along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint of blood
for a dee-posit.
And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to
telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular
highway, however, there was a shortcut but unless we had drove
the black be
Ad before, we'd better be off to stay, stay in bed and sleep
late. (pay no attention to the gitar there.)
Well, we took up off'n the highway and we come upon a sign says
'black bear road. you don't have to be crazy to drive this road,
but it helps.' i says, 'rj, this must the shortcut
Kubozke was talkin' about.' she didn't pay no mind, 'cause she
was makin' peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the back
seat throwin' rocks and drinkin' kool-aid and playin' count-the-
Se-plates. but they wasn't havin' too much fun a-countin'
license plate or cars, 'cause there weren't no other cars.
We went about a mile-and-a-half in about four hours, busted off
the right front fender, tore a hole in the oil pan on a rock as
big as a hall closet. went over a bump and spilt the kool-aid
and
Ene stuck his bolo knife right through the convertible top and
the dog threw up all over the back seat. peanut butter don't
agree with him, you see.
So we had to stop and take off the top and air everything out
and clean it up. the dog run off and rj says she felt her asthma
comin' on. i was sittin' there wonderin' what to do when the
en-tir
Nic san joo-wan u-drive-'em army jeep car sank in the mud. at
thirteen thousand feet above sea level.
Well, we shoveled it out and ate our lunch, the dog made a
yellow hole in the snow and roy gene got out his instamatic and
took a snapshot of it. mary elizabeth drawed a picture of the
road; it
D like a whole bunch a' zs and ws all strung together. and rj
took one look at it and said that the only way that jeep car is
goin' down that road is over her dead body. then a rock slipped
out
Under the wheel and the u-drive-'em army jeep car went right
over the edge of the cliff. yahoo-oo-oo-oo!
'doggone-it, roy gene! how many times do i have to 'splain it to
you？ when i tell you to put a rock under the wheel, i mean rock!
now look at that, what you have there is no bigger'n a grap
T.'
2.Convoy
(c.w. mccall, b. fries, c. davis)
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the rubber duck. you gotta
copy on me, pig pen, c'mon？ ah, yeah, 10-4, pig pen, fer shure,
fer shure. by golly, it's clean clear to flag town, c'mon. yeah,
that
Big 10-4 there, pig pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door,
good buddy. mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy...
Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of june
In a kenworth pullin' logs
Cab-over pete with a reefer on
And a jimmy haulin' hogs
We is headin' for bear on i-one-oh
'bout a mile outta shaky town
I says, 'pig pen, this here's the rubber duck.
'and i'm about to put the hammer down.'
'cause we got a little convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful sight？
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'cross the u-s-a.
Convoy!
Ah, breaker, pig pen, this here's the duck. and, you wanna back
off them hogs？ yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. ten, roger.
them hogs is gettin' in-tense up here.
By the time we got into tulsa town,
We had eighty-five trucks in all.
But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf,
And them bears was wall-to-wall.
Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper;
They even had a bear in the air!
I says, 'callin' all trucks, this here's the duck.
'we about to go a-huntin' bear.'
'cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a great big convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful sight？
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'cross the u-s-a.
Convoy!
Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, pig pen？ negatory, pig
pen; you're still too close. yeah, them hogs is startin' to
close up my sinuses. mercy sakes, you better back off another
ten.
Well, we rolled up interstate 44
Like a rocket sled on rails.
We tore up all of our swindle sheets,
And left 'em settin' on the scales.
By the time we hit that chi-town,
Them bears was a-gettin' smart：
They'd brought up some reinforcements
From the illinoise national guard.
There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps,
And rigs of ev'ry size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bears
And choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin' trucks
An' eleven long-haired friends a' jesus
In a chartreuse micra-bus.
Ah, rubber duck to sodbuster, come over. yeah, 10-4, sodbuster？
lissen, you wanna put that micra-bus right behind that suicide
jockey？ yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, and he needs all the help
he c
T.
Well, we laid a strip for the jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But i didn't have a dog-goned dime.
I says, 'pig pen, this here's the rubber duck.
'we just ain't a-gonna pay no toll.'
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says 'let them truckers roll, 10-4.'
'cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful sight？
Come on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy
'cross the u-s-a.
Convoy! ah, 10-4, pig pen, what's your twenty？
Convoy! omaha？ well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs
out there fer shure. well, mercy
Convoy! sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep
the bugs off your glass and the bears off your...
Convoy! tail. we'll catch you on the flip-flop. this here's the
rubber duck on the side.
Convoy! we gone. 'bye,'bye.
3.Ghost Town
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
The dance hall is silent and empty
The banjos don't play anymore
The music is only a mem'ry
And the dancing is dust on the floor
Wild flowers cover the ground now
The timbers are streaking with gray
The palace is tumblin' down now
And the dancers have all gone away
Once there was singing
And once there was song
And once there was silver and gold (silver and gold)
The tombstones are weathered and broken
But the last signs of life are still here
The labors of love have been stolen
But the gold was the last souvenir
Once there was laughter
And once there was life
And once there was silver and gold (silver and gold)
The dance hall is silent and empty
The banjos don't play anymore...
4.Green River
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Way out in the canyons of the west, there's a wild river. the
spanish named it san buenaventura; but we knew it as the green.
It was daylight on the river but we couldn't see the sun
And we couldn't hear our voices through the roar
But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was runnin' cold
As we headed down the canyon of lodore
And the gods were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the green
And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell
The longest day of life we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well
The day we ran the rapids of the green
We were thirty-two in number when we gathered on the shore
And we headed off into the great unknown
But we summoned up our courage an' we formed a mighty team
And we ran that ragin' river all alone
Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the green
And we hear a thousand echoes on the mighty canyon walls
As we shouted from the waters far below
And we saw the ancient warnings and we heard the ghostly cries
Of the men who ran the river long ago
And we prayed that they were with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the green
Now the memories are swirlin' in the eddies of our minds
But the waters of the green are flowin' clear
And the canyon of lodore will be a long remembered tale
To be told around the campfires through the years
Yeah, the gods were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the green
And we died a thousand times in that forty miles of hell
The longest day of life we'd ever seen
But we lived to tell the story and we know the story well
The day we ran the rapids of the green
5.Lewis And Clark
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Now arnold jones an' marybeth jensen's in a 'vette down by the
deep rock
Had john denver on the 8-track, gettin' high
Marybeth's wig was on the floor
An' arnold's feet was out the door
When we shined our flashlight in arnold's startled eyes
I says 'what chew doin' boy？
Don't chew know that's against the law？
We just gonna hafta get this situation under control
Now my name is fairweather lewis an' this here's willard clark
We the pottawattamie county love patrol.'
Then two hippies in a chevy's puffin' grass an' sippin' wine
'bout fourteen mile south-east a' council bluffs
They's passin' 'round the peace-pipe
When we caught 'em with our flashlight
An' willard's hairy hands applied the cuffs.
I says, 'boys you got some trouble
You committin' herb-i-cide.
We just gonna hafta get this situation under control
'cause i'm fairweather lewis, an' this here's willard clark
We the pottawattamie county weed patrol.'
Then we spied ol' marvin kline a-headin' south on twenty-nine
Like a midnight auto ac-cessory store on wheels
His trunk was full a' hub caps
An' his back seat full a' tires
When we picked him up and made him spread his heels
I says, 'hands up-on the wall, boy
You allowed t' make one call
We just gonna hafta get this situation under control
Cause, see, i'm fairweather lewis, an' this here's willard clark
We the pottawattamie county rip-off patrol.'
Then orval hinkle left the go-go club on his brand-new
motor-sickle
Runnin' stop-lights, raisin' hell an' causin' accidents
His brain was doin' wheelies
An' his blood was three-two beer
When we nailed him in his driveway at his residence
I says, 'orval, you're in trouble boy
But if you'll blow this here balloon up
We gonna get your situation under control
Now i'm captain fairweather lewis an' this here's willard clark
We the pottawattamie county juice patrol.'
Then we's passin' by the dew drop inn when he heard this woman
scream
So we pulled on in an' parked an' got the guns out
Well we bashed on through the lobby into unit seventeen
There's twenty-eight folks in there without no clothes on.
I says 'everbody up against the wall; show us yer
identification.
We just gonna definitely get this situation under control
'cause my name is fairweather lewis, an' this here's willard
clark
We the pottawattamie county sin patrol.'
C'mon, willard, let's go sneakin' 'round in the dark some more,
never know what yer gonna find.
6.Long Lonesome Road
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Well, it's a long, lonesome road
Through the lifetime of a trucker
But me and my good ol' friend here
We gonna make it
It's a long-haulin' road
And the load of life is heavy
But me an' this good ol' truck
We gonna take it
Through the wind an' rain an' thunder
'til the stormy skies are blue
An' the sunrise lights the highway
Headin' home
Well, it's a long lonesome road
Through the lifetime of a trucker
But me and this here ol' truck
We gonna make it
Well, it's a long lonesome road
And the miles of life are many
But me an' these eighteen wheels
We gonna take it
It's a long way to go
And the road ahead is troubled
But this ol' rig and me
We gonna make it
Through the wind an' rain an' thunder
'til the stormy skies are blue
An' the sunrise lights the highway
Headin' home
It's long lonesome road
Through the lifetime of a trucker
But this ol' truck and me
We gonna make it
Yeah, me and this good ol' friend
We gonna make it
7.Mountains On My Mind
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Rollin' down the runway
Thinkin' 'bout the one-way of my life
With another cup of coffee
And another lonesome city far behind
This old 747 will be flyin' over heaven
One more time
And the tears begin to fallin'
When i think about the mountains on my mind
But now the skies above are sunny
And it's time to say it's funny
How i never thought i'd ever fly this high
But maybe someday when it's over
When i'm just a little older
I can go back to the mountains on my mind
Flyin' through the night time
To a far off city skyline in the dawn
And a thousand lights below me
Are like fireflies tryin' to tell me that i'm wrong
So i try to find a reason
To forget the changin' seasons in my mind
But the winds of time are blowin'
And i've gotta go on knowin' that i tried
'cause now i hear a different drummer
And i've used up all my summers
Chasin' rainbows that i really didn't wanna find
But maybe someday when it's over
When i'm just a little older
I can go back to the mountains on my mind
8.Oregon Trail
(c.w. mccall, b. fries, c. davis)
Did you see me at westport landing
On the wide missouri shore？
Did you hear the west wind calling
In the spring of forty-four？
If the mud don't stay and the cattle don't stray
We can make fort kearny by the middle of may
If the mud don't stay and the cattle don't stray
We can make fort kearny by the middle of may
Did you see me at old fort kearny？
Did you hear my trumpets blow？
Did you write your name in stone, boys
On the great platte river road？
If the wolf don't howl in the dark of the moon
We can make scotts bluff by the middle of june
If the wolf don't howl in the dark of the moon
We can make scotts bluff by the middle of june
Did you see that endless prairie
Blowin' clean and pure and free？
Did you hear that rollin' thunder
On the wild nebraska sea？
Did you climb the shining mountains？
Did you cross that great divide？
Did you pray to god almighty
To let you down the other side？
Roll wagons, rollin' rollin'
Roll wagons, rollin' home
Roll wagons, rollin' rollin'
Roll wagons, rollin' home
Did you see me out on the desert？
Did you see my oxen die？
Did you find a drop of water？
Did you hear my children cry？
If the sun don't shine and the river don't rise
We can make south pass by the fourth of july
If the sun don't shine and the river don't rise
We can make south pass by the fourth of july
Did you see the high sierra
Far beyond the burning sand？
Did you find that golden valley？
Did you reach the promised land？
If the snow don't fly and the river don't dry
We can make that valley before we die
If the snow don't fly and the river don't dry
We can make that valley before we die
9.The Silverton
She was born one mornin' on a san juan summer
Back in eighteen and eighty and one
She was a beautiful daughter of the d and r g
And she weighed about a thousand ton
Well, it's a-forty-five mile through the animas canyon
So they set her on the narra gauge
She drank a whole lot a' water
And she ate a lot of coal
And they called her the silverton (silverton train)
Here comes the silverton, up from durango
Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal
Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
Well, now listen to the whistle in the rock wood cut
On the high line to silverton town
And you're gonna get a shiver
When you check out the river
Which is four hundred feet straight down
Take on some water at the needleton tank
And then a-struggle up a two-five grade
And by the time you get your hide
Past the snowshed slide
You've had a ride on the silverton (silverton train)
Here comes the silverton, up from durango
Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal
Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
[musical interlude here. nice violins, and the kettle drums boom
well.]
Here comes the silverton, up from durango
Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal
Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
[if the next line seems a bit familiar, you're correct.
chug-chug, toot-toot, off we go.]
Now, down by the station, early in the mornin'
There's a whole lot a' people in line
And they all got a ticket
On the train to yesterday
And it's a-gonna leave on time
Well, it's a forty-five mile up the animas canyon
So they run her on the narra gauge
She takes a whole lot a' water
And she needs a lot of coal
And they call her the silverton (silverton train)
Here comes the silverton, up from durango
Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal
Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
Here comes the silverton, up from durango
Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal
Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
Here comes the silverton, up from durango
Here comes the silverton, a-shovelin' coal
Here comes the silverton, up from the canyon
See the smoke and hear the whistle blow
10.Write Me A Song
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Write me a song about singin'
Write me a song about free
Do a little tune about lovin' and a-livin'
Do it just for me
But please don't make it a sad song
I don't wanna sing the blues
For god's sakes make it a glad song
I got no time to lose
Now, write me a song about rivers
Write me a song about trees
Do a little tune about climbin' the mountain
Play it in the key of me
But please don't make it a sad song
I don't wanna sing the blues
For god's sakes make it a glad song
I got no time to lose
Lay a little get-down rhythm
Sprinkle in a dash a' soul
Mix it with a little bit a' breakdown country
Plus a lot a' rock an' roll
But please don't make it a sad song
I don't wanna sing the blues
For god's sakes make it a glad song
I got no time to lose
Well, write me a song about summer
Write me a song about sun
Do a little tune about good times
Do it just for fun
But please don't make it a sad song
I don't wanna sing the blues
For god's sakes make it a glad song
I got no time to lose
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