1.Audubon
Well, i was born in a town called audubon
Southwest iowa, right where it oughta been
Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons,
And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty.
Had a neon sign, said 'squealer feeds'
And the bus came through when they felt the need
And they stopped at a place there in town called the old home
cafe
Now my daddy was a music lovin' man
He stood six-foot-seven, had big ol' hands
He'd lost two fingers in a chainsaw but he could still play the
violin
And mom played piana, just the keys in the middle
And dad played a storm on his three-fingered fiddle
'cause that's all there was to do back there folks, except ta go
downtown and watch haircuts
So i was raised on dust bowl tunes, you see
Had a six-tube radio an' no tv
It was so dog-goned hot i had to wet the bed in the summer just
to keep cool.
Yeah, many's a night i'd lay awake
A-waitin' for a distant station break
Just a-settin' and a-wettin' an' a-lettin' that radio fry.
Well, i listened to nashville and tulsa and dallas
And oklahoma city gave my ear a callus
And i'll never forget them announcers at three a.m.
They'd come on an' say 'friends, there's many a soul who needs
us
'so send them letters an' cards ta jesus
'that's j-e-s-u-s friends, in care a' del rio, texas.'
But the place i remember, on the edge a' town
Was the place where you really got the hard-core sound
Yeah, a place where the truckers used ta stop on their way to
dees moins
There was signs all over them windowsills
Like 'if the devil don't get ya, then roosevelt will'
And 'the bank don't sell no beer, and we don't cash no checks.'
Now them truckers never talked about nothin' but haulin'
And the four-letter words was really appallin'
They thought them home-town gals was nothin' but toys for their
amusement.
Rode chevys and macks and big ol' stacks
They's always complainin' 'bout their livers an' backs
But they was fast-livin', strung-out, truck-drivin' son of a
guns
Now the gal waitin' tables was really classy
Had a rebuilt motor on a fairly new chassis
And she knew how to handle them truckers; name was mavis davis
Yeah, she'd pour 'em a coffee, then she'd bat her eyes
Then she'd listen to 'em tell 'er some big fat lies
Then she'd ask 'em how the wife and kids was, back there in
joplin？
Now mavis had all of her ducks in a row
Weighed ninety-eight pounds; put on quite a show
Remind ya of a couple a' cub scouts tryin' ta set up a sears,
roebuck pup tent
There's no proposition that she couldn't handle
Next ta her, nothin' could hold a candle
Not a hell of a lot upstairs, but from there on down,
disneyland!
Now the truckers, on the other hand, was really crass
They remind ya of fingernails a-scratchin' on glass
A-stompin' on in, leavin' tracks all over the montgomery ward
linoleum
Yeah, they'd pound them counters and kick them stools
They's always pickin' fights with the local fools
But one look at mavis, and they'd turn into a bunch a' tomcats
Well, i'll never forget them days gone by
I's just a kid, 'bout four foot high
But i never forgot that lesson an' pickin' and singin', the
country way
Yeah, them walkin', talkin' truck stop blues
Came back ta life in seventy-two
As 'the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
2.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.'
3.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.
4.Four Wheel Cowboy
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Jeepin' down to santa fe
Well, denver town an' i'm outta the chute
Foot in the gas an' a hole in my boot
And i'm outbound, yeah
Gonna see my momma in santa fe
I'm over the hump and i'm on my way
I'm southbound
Three hundred miles to santa fe
Got a momma to see or the devil to pay
Gonna be there by the break of day
And i'm southbound
Three hundred miles to santa fe
Got a momma to see or the devil to pay
Gonna be there by the break of day
And i'm southbound
Now this ol' jeep needs a coat a' paint
But she makes up for what i ain't
She got feelin'
I only know one thing fer sure
This pony a' mine don't need no spurs
She's squealin'
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Jeepin' down to santa fe
Well, texaco's open in trindad
I didn't stop for gas but i wished i had
'cause i could use some
They's a bunch a' wild women in walsenburg
They all make love like a buffalo herd
I wish i knew one
Two hundred miles to santa fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the devil to pay
And i'm southbound
Two hundred miles to santa fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the devil to pay
And i'm southbound
Rattlin' down off a' raton pass
Glorieta hill like a sheet a' glass
And i'm slippin'
Pedalin' down past pecos town
My go foot up and my stop foot down
I'm slidin'
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Jeepin' down to santa fe
Now momma's just like this here ol' jeep
She's tough and fast and she runs real cheap
And she's drivin'
Well, sun comin' up in new mexico sky
Got a burr in my saddle and a fire in my eye
An' i'm flyin'
Fifteen miles to santa fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the devil to pay
And i'm southbound
Fifteen miles to santa fe
Gonna be there by the break of day
Got a momma to see or the devil to pay
And i'm southbound
C'mon now, paint
We almost there
Only one more mile, honey
We comin' momma
Here we come
Can'tcha see us comin' momma？
We comin'!
Only one more mile, momma!
We stuck into four wheel drive, baby!
Here we come!
Whoo!
5.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
6.Jackson Hole
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Well, packin' on back to jackson
Eighteen-thirty-an'-six
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Packin' on back to jackson
Workin' the beaver trail
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
Yeah, packin' on back to jackson
Nineteen-thirty-an'-six
Four flat tires an' a worn-out chevy coupe
Packin' on back to jackson
Workin' the teton trail
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Four flat tires an' a worn-out chevy coupe
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
[oh, yeah. time for the instrumental portion of our program.
banjo pickin', of course.]
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Four flat tires an' a worn-out chevy coupe
Packin' on back to jackson
Nineteen-seventy-six
Goose down socks an' forty-dollar walkin' shoes
Packin' on back to jackson
A-workin' the backpack trail
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Goose down socks an' forty-dollar walkin' shoes
Jackson hole, wyomin'
Ten more moons an' we gonna rendevous
7.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
8.Old Home Filler-up An' Keep On A-truckin' Cafe
(bill fries, chip davis)
Well, interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog
Just me an' old sloan (old sloan's my dog)
We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo
layin' a strip
Now we spied a sign, says 'eat gas now'
We decided to whip in and pick up some chow
At the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (a-lookin' for
mavis)
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Now we've been every place between here and south sioux
And we've seen us a truck-stop waitress or two
But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of bobcats：
She's got it to-gether
Well, she filled my tank; i said 'thank you, honey.'
Her name was mavis, i gave her the money
Old sloan just set there, watchin' and waggin' and wishin'.
I says, 'you wait in the truck, boy.'
Then i went inside. she says, 'what'll it be？'
I says 'a cup of your best and a number three.'
She come back with an order to go and a quart of hot c and a
bone for sloan.
I said, 'much obliged'; old sloan gave a bark
I left her a buck and he left his heart
At the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Well, saturday night we was truckin' along
Yeah, me and old sloan was a-gettin' it on
I said, 'sloan, i've been thinkin' on a-gettin' up my courage,
and tonight's the night'
Well, i popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin
Took the beebeetown ramp and slid on in
To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (it never
closes)
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Well, i got me a stool, took a load off my shoes,
Made mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse
I says, 'how'd ya like to go for a ride with me and old sloan？ i
just had my truck warshed.'
She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lot of fun
But we was gonna have ta wait until the dishes was done
And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as
a chaperone？
I said, 'why not？'
Well, we geared that tranny into super-low
And the four of us went to see a picture show
Yeah, i took 'em to the drive-in the-a-ter over by pisgah, to
see true grit
Saw the late, late show; old sloan hit the sack
And then along about two o'clock i hauled 'em all back
To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (eight
stools and a promise)
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin'
Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (they got
a real nice place there)
9.The Gallopin' Goose
(chip davis, bill fries)
On a cold november mornin'
Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at ames
Came a mighty strange contraption
Known to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in colorado
She was known by another name
Up the canyons south of sawpit
Past the red cathedral spires
'cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far below
On the high and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of ophir
In the silver san juan mountains
Came a goose a-plowin' snow
With a pierce-arrow engine,
Runnin' hot and on the loose
Came the rio grande southern
The gallopin' goose
With a pierce-arrow engine
Runnin' hot and on the loose
Came number five, the gallopin' goose
'twas a four-door auto-mobile
On a dozen wheels of iron
Sixteen feet of rockin' boxcar
Spot-welded to her tail
Loaded down with mercantile
Ten bags a' high-grade ore
Two mothers nursin' babies
Seven miners an' the mail
Up the side a' sunshine mountain
By internal gas combustion
Eight pierce-arrow pistons pullin'
Fifteen thousand pounds a' lead
At the snowshed on the summit
The conductor said his prayers
He declared a busted driveshaft
On the pass at lizard head
With a pierce-arrow engine
Runnin' hot and on the loose
Came the rio grande southern
The gallopin' goose
With a pierce-arrow engine
Runnin' hot and on the loose
Came number five, the gallopin' goose
Down the three-percent to rico
In the valley of dolores
They still talk about the southern
An' her flock of flyin' geese
From the roundhouse at ridgway
To the depot at durango
All the tracks are gone for scrap iron
And the ganders rest in peace
Up the canyons south of sawpit
Past the red cathedral spires
'cross the yellow mountain switchbacks
And the rapids far below
On the high and lofty trestles
Near the fabled mines of ophir
In the silver san juan mountains
There's a legend in the snow
With a pierce-arrow engine
Runnin' hot and on the loose
Came the rio grande southern
The gallopin' goose
With a pierce-arrow engine
Runnin' hot and on the loose
Came number five, the gallopin' goose
10.There Won't Be No Country Music
(there won't be no rock 'n' roll)
(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)
Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend
'til they dam your favorite river
So you can water-ski just one more reservior
And them supersonic ships are gonna take you
'cross a sea of pavement
To one more faceless brickyard on the shore
Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
'til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all of that high-and-mighty scenery's
Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy
By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land
So listen well, my brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
Well, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
'til the junkyards fell the prairies, boy
And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn
And the warnings on them beer cans
Gonna be buried in them landfills
No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns
Yeah, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
'til the factories blot the sun out
You gonna have to turn your lights on just to see
And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin'
'fly our jets to paradise'
And the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene
So listen well, my brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
Yeah, it's only gonna be about a second, boy
'til they take away all'a this country
And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
And that far-off sound of freedom's
Gonna be an echo from the past
And the final tune is gonna be sad and long
And it's only gonna be about an eye-blink, boy
'til they pull out the wool to blind us
So we just can't read all the messages on the wall
But the only words that matter
Oughta be scribbled all over them billboards
In big old black and bloody letters, ten feet tall
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
'cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
11.Wolf Creek Pass
(bill fries, chip davis)
Me an' earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of wiggins,
and we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven
miles of hell called wolf creek pass. which is up on the great
divide？
We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' nehi and onion
soup mix, and i said, 'earl, let's mail a card to mother then
send them chickens on down the other side. yeah, let's give 'e
Ide.'
Wolf creek pass, way up on the great divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the
throttle, and then a couple'a boobs with a thousand cubes in a
nineteen-forty-eight peterbilt screamed to life. we woke up the
chicken
R＞
Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones,
rocks, and boulders, and put four hundred head of them rhode
island reds and a couple a' burnt-out roosters on the line. look
out below
Use here we go!
Well, we commenced to truckin' and them hens commenced to
cluckin' and then earl took out a match and scratched his pants
and lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff.
says '
Ain't this purdy up here.'
I says, 'earl, this hill can spill us. you better slow down or
you gonna kill us. just make one mistake and it's the pearly
gates for them eight-five crates a' usda-approved cluckers. you
w
Hit second？'
Wolf creek pass, way up on the great divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Well, earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth
gear and then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine
accessory shift knob come right off in his hand. i says, 'you wa
Crew that thing back on, earl？'
He was tryin' to thread it on there when the fire fell off a'
his cigar and dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit
in the cuff of earl's pants and burned a hole in his sock. yeah,
so
Et him right on fire.
I looked on outta the window and i started countin' phone poles,
goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power. well i put
two and two together, and added twelve and carried five; come up
wi
Enty-two thousand telephone poles an hour.
I looked at earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled, and
his leg was fried. and his hand was froze to the wheel like a
tongue to a sled in the middle of a blizzard. i says, 'earl, i'
The type to complain; but the time has come for me to explain
that if you don't apply some brake real soon, they're gonna have
to pick us up with a stick and a spoon.'
Well, earl rared back, and cocked his leg, stepped as down as
hard as he could on the brake, and the pedal went clear to the
floor and stayed there, right there on the floor. he said it was
sort
E steppin' on a plum.
Well, from there on down it just wasn't real purdy： it was
hairpin county and switchback city. one of 'em looked like a can
full'a worms; another one looked like malaria germs. right in
the midd
The whole damn show was a real nice tunnel, now wouldn't you
know？
Sign says clearance to the twelve-foot line, but the chickens
was stacked to thirteen-nine. well we shot that tunnel at a
hundred-and-ten, like gas through a funnel and eggs through a
hen, and w
K that top row of chickens off slicker than scum off a lousiana
swamp. went down and around and around and down 'til we run
outta ground at the edge of town. bashed into the side of the
feed sto
In downtown pagosa springs.
Wolf creek pass, way up on the great divide
Truckin' on down the other side
Wolf creek pass, way up on the great divide
Truckin' on down the other side
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