I guess...

...it's time to go,
the old Ford runs, says Roscoe.
I headed way back east,
going to see Ralphie the beast.

He lives in Texas, Plainview in fact,
I sure hope his house ain't no shack.
But before I get there, it's a long ways to go,
got to go through Arizona and New Mexico.

It will take weeks, for all I know,
one thing's for sure, I know where to go.
Probably I ought to buy gas,
maybe a sandwich and a car wash pass.

I really don't know how to prepare,
or how to act, if I ever get there.
I've got air in the tires,
and a couple of spares.

Well, I'll say see ya later to old Meatloaf,
I can't take him along, the great big oaf.
But I wish that I could, maybe there's a way,
cut a hole in the roof, and take out the ash tray.

I'm thinking about it, a lot of the time,
or should this trip be only mine.
Stay tuned for the latest tale of the trip,
probably need a land yacht, or even a ship.

There ain't....

....no tellin' how long it could take,
get this old car runnin', now that take's the cake.
One thing after another, or so it seems,
this doggone thing won't run on dreams.

Well Roscoe says the muffler is bad,
down at the junk yard there's no to be had.
We got one on finally, now it ain't busted,
but poor ol' me, well, I'm exhausted. (pun intended)

Now he tells me the carburetor broke,
somethin' 'bout a thing called a float.
I told him that this was a car,
it won't go in water, I won't drive it that far.

Roscoe told me it helps the car pass gas,
and I told him he was a pain in the ass.
He said wait a minute, it ain't what you think,
you don't have to work, and it don't stink.

Gee, I can't tell you how glad I am,
finally got the thing going, and I'm on the lam.
I'll tell you about my plans for a trip,
next time I write, boy it'll be a pip.

Meatloaf...

....that's the name of my hoss,
don't want to go, well I'll show him who's boss.
I've been thinkin' 'bout taking a trip, so I went out to the barn,
took out my old car, I'll show that ol' hoss I don't give a darn.

The cars my old sweetheart it's a '48 Ford,
it old but it gets there, out on the road with the horde.
It runs pretty good, well it did,
you see, since I got Meatloaf, well I kept her hid.

But the motors still pretty, and the heads are both flat,
it ain't never exploded or nothin' like that.
I'll go ask old Roscoe if he can help fix her,
he can on most anything, even your mixer.

He says I could start with points and plugs,

It'll be a good start to work out the bugs.
Well I done plugs before, so that was first,

that other thing, well it sounded worse.

Well points go under the distributor cap,

can be too hard can it? just doin' that.

So I went to get some, boy they ain't nothin' pretty,

looks like a prayin' mantis designed by committee.

I need...

...to tell you 'bout my doggone hoss,
he tries to tell me that's he's the boss.
The dad blasted varmint don't want to please.
He's worse than a hound dog with lots of fleas!

I wanted to ride out on one moonlit night,
when that ol' critter put up a fight.
He shook off his bridle and spit out his bit,
he ain't goin' at night, he pitched a fit.

There ain't nothin' that I can do,
guess I'll just go hang up another hoss shoe.
I'll put over the door, the one on the barn,
and just keep wishin' that hoss'll give a darn!

maybe more tomorrow.

It's Monday...

....whatever that means, not much in the grand scheme of things,
but each new week comes in with a bang, and it always brings,
stuff to do, places to go - so get ready, get set and go.
Time to move it, but, I'm oh so slow.

This old cowboy gets pretty tired,
even doing nothing gets me mired,
in some unknown place,
I need to get back in the race.

So today I'll work building fences,
or plumbing with my monkey wrenches,
or maybe there's fish in the brook,
which means that I'll sharpen the hook.

But you know how it is,
when the pop out of fizz,
when it gets real flat and all,
that's me! I'm no rolling ball.

Sit in a rocker and watch, which is my way,
to see cars going by on the highway;
sometimes I see red, white and blue,
they all remind me of you.

You ain't....

...seen nothin', until you see the view,
from Tehachapi at sunset, I have a time or two.
You see here in the high desert nothings in the way,
you can see until forever, just look and you will say,
what a wonderful and super place you have here,
it's a fine place pure and simple, and I hold it dear.
I love the spring and summer, winter can be a chore;
but do I still love it? Well, yeah, sure!

Not much happens here, in our daily grind,
let me tell you about it. No never mind!
You just take my word, it's a simple life,
just never down and dirty, no sign of any strife.
That's the way life is in Tehachapi,
why don't you come and visit, it will be fine with me.

follow along, more to follow (tomorrow)

Howdy neighbor....

...it's nice to see you, please drop right in,
well let me see now, hmmm, where to begin.
Oh that's right, talking of this place where I call home.
It's Tehachapi that I like, and I like to live alone.

That's the way I like it, it's the very best,
it's better than living with them and all the rest.
I can go and wander, even in the night,
come and go as I please, no reason to fight.

I like it here very much it's a wonderful town,
There ain't no uptown here, and not much of a down.
But that's the way I like it, peaceful and calm.
Never want to do anybody, any harm.

Out on this great high desert, you can see the stars at night,
I've heard that they keep shining, even when it's light.
and of course the sun heats up the day, it's gets really hot.
But I love my high desert, hot or cold or not.