Cw Mccall The Real Mccall[An American Storyteller]

1.Aurora Borealis

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up
where the air is clear, high in the rockies of lost lake,
colorado. and as the fire burned low and only a few glowing
embers remained
Laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up at
the stars.

And as i felt myself falling into the vastness of the universe,
i thought about things, and places, and times.

I thought about the time my grandma told me what to say when i
saw the evening star. you know, star light, star bright, first
star i see tonight. i wish i may, i wish i might, have the wish
i wi
Night.

The air is crystal-clear up here; that's why you can see a
million stars.

I remember a time a bunch of us were in a canyon of the green
river in wyoming; it was a night like this. and we had our rafts
pulled up on the bank an' turned over so we could sleep on 'em,
and
Of the guys from new york said, 'hey! look at the smog in the
sky! smog clear out here in the sticks!' and somebody said,
'hey, joe, that's not smog; that's the milky way.'

Joe had never seen the milky way.

And we saw the northern lights once, in the bitterroot mountains
of montana. they're like flames from some prehistoric campfire,
leaping and dancing in the sky and changing colors. red to gold,
Lue to violet... aurora borealis. it's like the equinox, the
changing of the seasons. summer to fall, young to old, then to
now. and then tomorrow...

And then everyone was asleep, except me. and as i saw the
morning star come up over the mountains, i realized that life is
just a collection of memories. and memories are like starlight：
they go
Orever.


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.Camp Bird Mine

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

'way out in colorado
In the camp bird mine
Down deep in the darkness
On level nine
Where the water trickles
An' your blood runs cold
There's a lonesome miner
Still lookin' for gold

He's way down deep...
In the camp bird mine

He never sees the snowfall
Never knows the spring
'cause its eternal midnight
Where he does his thing
He never feels the sunlight
Doesn't need the moon
He's had his lamp a-burnin'
Since 'ninety-two

He's way down deep...
In the camp bird mine

Way down deep...
Way down deep...
Way down deep...
Way down...
In the camp bird mine

They say you never see 'im
You just know he's there
But you can hear his hammer
In the devil's lair
Where the silver sparkles
An' your blood runs cold
There's a phantom miner
Still lookin' for gold

He's way down deep
In the camp bird mine

Way down deep...
Way down deep...
Way down deep...
Way down deep...
In the camp bird mine


4.Columbine

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

She was born in the brief mountain springtime
Blue in the late mountain snow
And she grew in the sunlight of summer
But she knew when the aspen turned gold
That she had grown old

Columbine, columbine
Blue in the rockies
Will i miss you, while you were away？
Will i see you next summer, wild on the mountain？
Will you be there, when i pass your way？

She was there in the brief mountain springtime
Blue in the late mountain snow
And we lived in the sunlight of summer
But i knew when the aspen turned gold
That i had grown old

Columbine, columbine
Blue in the rockies
Will you miss me, when i've gone away？
Will i see you next summer, wild on the mountain？
Will you be there, when i pass your way？

Columbine, columbine
Blue in the rockies
Will you miss me, when i've gone away？


5.Comin' Back For More

'way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play
Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
And the wind blows cold all day

There's a little pile a' stones
On a little pile a' bones
That's a-what the archaeologists say
But the folks in lake city
Well, they sing a different ditty
It would like to make your hair turn gray

Now, it's kind'a hard to find
But it'll altercate your mind
If you happen to go the right way
You take slumgullion pass
And don't stop for no gas
Until you get yourself to al's caf？
It was the genuine, original
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin' digital caf？It was al packer's legendary
Coronary fast-food
Cannibal bar and buffet

Some dark night
You gonna see a weird light
Up on cannibal plateau, they say
It's a scrub oak fire
Like a funeral pyre
Old packer's been a-cookin' all day

A-when the coyotes howl
And the cougar's on the prowl
They ain't lookin' for your customary prey
Nah, they're waitin' for bones
In a pile a' hot stones
At old al packer's caf？

Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
Al's cafe
Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more

(old al packer
Was a real bone-cracker
Got lost in a blizzard one day )

When the boys went to get 'im
Old al just et 'em
And he buried all the bones in the clay

Now you know them fellas
Wasn't toasted marshmellas
And they didn't fall asleep in the hay
But it had been a hard winter
So he had 'em all for dinner
And they didn't find their boots until may

Well, the folks in lake city
Showed very little pity
So they sentenced him to hang next day
But before they could noose 'im
Old al got loose an'
He's a-lookin' for you, today


Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
Al's cafe
Comin' back for more
Comin' back for more
Baby, comin' back for more
(now 'way up in the snow
Where the scrub oaks grow
And the coneys and the picas play )

Where the marmots abound
All a-diggin' in the ground
And the wind blows cold all day

There's a little pile a' stones
On a little pile a' bones
That's a-what the archaeologists say
But the folks in lake city
Well, they sing a different ditty
It would like to make your hair turn gray

Now, it's kind'a hard to find
But it'll altercate your mind
If you happen to go the right way
You take slumgullion pass
And don't stop for no gas
Until you get yourself to al's caf？
It was the genuine, original
Highly pathological
Finger-lickin' digital caf？It was al packer's legendary
Culinary fast-food
Cannibal bar and buffet

Some dark night
You're gonna see a weird light
It's a scrub oak fire
Like a funeral pyre
Old packer's been a-cookin' all day

And when the coyotes howl
And the cougar's on the prowl
They ain't lookin' for your customary prey aahoohoohoohoo [yeah,
it's chip.]
Nah, they're waitin' for bones
In a pile a' hot stones


6.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.


7.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...


8.Glenwood Canyon

When rivers ran blue up on the mountain
And rivers ran green out on the plain
When the river ran red in glenwood canyon
It was only a matter of time

Then rivers ran gold up on the mountain
And rivers ran wild out on the plain
And the river ran free through glenwood canyon
And it was only a matter of time

And the miners came and they took the gold and the people staked
a claim
And the builders came and they made a dam and the people came to
play
And the 'dozers came and they built a road and the people found
a way
Through glenwood canyon

Now rivers run grey up on the mountain
And rivers brown out on the plain
And the river runs red through glenwood canyon
But it's only a matter of time


9.Night Rider

(bill fries, chip davis)

Night rider

Well, a-truckin' on the night line, quarter past five
Tryin' to get my rig an' me to 'frisco alive
Fog lights up tight, a-givin' me the creeps
Just a winnemucca trucka with a load a' black sheep

Night rider

I got a belly full a' jelly and head full a' pain
Bennies spinnin' spider webs, a-messin' my brain
Tryin' ta get myself together with a shot a' black c
What i really oughta get me is an hour a' zs

Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind
Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights, 'til you've gone blind

Well, alabammy mammy got a spell on my life
Kansas city kitty cut my heart out tonight
I lost a c-note in reno off a' keno and craps
And now smokey's on the overpass a-settin' his traps
White lines lasers burnin' holes in my eyes
Feel like i'm hypnotized, think i'm gonna die
Interstate 80, gonna get me no sleep
Just a-winkin' and a-blinkin' with a stinkin' load a' sheep

Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind
Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights, 'til you've gone blind

Night rider

Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool？
Yes sah, yes sah, three bags full
One for my master, and one for my dame
And one for jimmy bowen who lives in l.a.

Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind (yeah)
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind


Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind
Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind

Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind
Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind
Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind
Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind
Night rider, night rider, losin' your mind
Look at those lights 'til you think you've gone blind


10.Rocky Mountain September

(bill fries, chip davis)

From the album wolf creek pass

When the skies are gray, and the wind is cold, i remember. how
the snow was silver, and the leaves were gold when i left her.
it was early mornin', on a rocky mountain september. and she was
gon
R＞

Well now it's five a.m. an' i'm a hunnert an' ten miles from
denver
An' the snow is silver an' the leaves are gold an' i miss her
'cause it's another mornin' on a another mountain september
An' i'm alone

Yeah, we climbed the mountain together, an' we stood on top a'
the world. but now i gotta remember it all... alone.

When the fire is warm, an' the sun is cool, in november. when my
heart is young, and my mind is old, i remember. an early
mornin', on a rocky mountain september. and she's gone.

Well now it's fall again an' i'm a thousand miles from nowhere
An' i can can hear her voice an' i see her smile an' i miss her
An' it's another mornin' on another mountain september
An' i'm alone

Yeah, we climbed the mountain together, an' we stood on top a'
the world. but now i gotta try to remember it all... alone.


11.Roy

(c.w. mccall, b. fries, c. davis)
From the album wilderness

Roy. by c.w. mccall.

[the only musical instrument heard is the plucking of a jew's
harp.]
I had an old cat named roy.
He was a good ol' boy.
He used to go a-huntin', down by the lake,
Catch 'im a nice, fresh garter snake.
Bring 'im on back and then set in the grass,
Lookin' like he had 'im a green mustache.
Yeah, roy was a good ol' boy.

'til the dogs got 'im.


12.The Little Brown Sparrow And Me

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

One green april mornin', when i was a young boy
I lay by the window, a-watchin' the rain
And i wondered if ever the sun would come shinin'
So i could go somewhere to play

Then down from the sky flew a little brown sparrow
And he lit on the branch of an old willow tree
And he sit there, watchin', as i lay wond'rin'
Just the little brown sparrow and me

On a green april mornin', when i was a young boy
And little brown sparrows were free

Then he looked in my window and he spied his reflection
There was the willow, there was the sky
And he wondered if ever the sun would come shinin'
And which was the way for the sparrow to fly

Well, he spread out his wings and he flew to the window
Fast as the wind, sure as could be
But the sky in the window was only a wishin'
For the little brown sparrow and me

On a green april mornin', when i was a young boy
And little brown sparrows were free

So there by the window, the sparrow had fallen
He died on the ground in the cold april rain
And i wondered if ever the sun would come shinin'
And someone could only explain

Then i laid there and saw the wind blow through the willow
And cover him over with yesterday's leaves
And there in the rain, i cried for a sparrow
For a little brown sparrow and me

On a green april mornin', when i was a young boy
And little brown sparrows were free
On a green april mornin', when life was a window
For a little brown sparrow and me


13.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


14.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


15.Wilderness

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

From the album wilderness

Come along and sing
A song you knew before
Come along and sing
Once more

Come along and live
A life you knew before
Come along and live
Once more

Wake with me and feel the misty blue dawn
Come hear the wild bird sing her mornin' song
See the sun that only wilderness sees
Then walk with me and let your heart run free

Come on along and chase the wind once more
Come on along and try one more time
Come on along and find the trail once more
Come on along and live again

Come with me and see the ridge run wild
Come hear the canyon call her wanderin' child
Breathe the air that only wilderness breathes
Then walk with me and let your heart run free


Come on along and climb the mountain once more
Come on along and try one more time
Come on along and cross the river with me
Come on along and live again

Come with me and hear the night bird cry
And see the starlight fill the wonderous sky
Feel the joy that only wilderness feels
Come on along along and we'll be free

Fly with me and find the end of time
Run with me and feel the wilderness high
Come on along and live forever with me
Come on along along and we'll be free


16.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