Jeepers...........

...we're off and running, trying not to be late,
it always pays off big time, be the first one out the gate.
Up sixty-six we continue, we'll take time to look,
at a town in Arizona, it's name is Holbrook.

Was it named for Hal? Of that we can't be certain,
probably not, 'cause he was born after they pulled the curtain,
on this town, oh there are ghosts, and that's a fact,
watch your head lest they attack!

But this goat of mine, well she does guard duty too,
come up to me, being mean, and see what she and do.
She's a valuable critters, it good to have around,
just in case the other guy, got a dog from the pound.

We won't stay here very long, think the place is haunted,
because we get the feeling, that here we are not wanted.
Just take time to buy some gas, and fill the water bottle,
and we're off and running, going full throttle.

See you again tomorrow, when we can share our fate,
up airhead's the state line we're leaving the fair state.
Going to drive New Mexico, Richardson's the Gov',
I'm sure we'll have adventure, oh this you're going to love!

More tomorrow on the continuing saga of goats out west!

By golly...

...I think Flagstaff is ahead,
be glad to get there, it's like I'm half dead.
And that goat, you know, the one in the sack,
she keeps sayin' she wants to go back!

Now I can't imagine her hitchin' a ride,
and she certainly wouldn't make a bride;
so I can't let her keep acting like that,
and then the damned goat-ate my hat!

Well anyway, as I was sayin',
we're now in Flagstaff, hmmm, where am I stayin'?
Well, the goats gone and done it, bleated out loud;
couldn't get a hotel room, no goats allowed.

So we went down to a big city park,
pitched a tent before it got dark;
then came a cop and a ranger,
said "you can't camp here, you're a stranger".

Well, I said, don't look no stranger than you,
then I had to run, there was me, but they was two!
Dag nab it! Well I guess it's the Ford in a pinch,
Gol durn goat's caused us all to wince.

Well, goodnight I'm sleepy, ready to dream,
of wonderful parts of the USA unseen,
me and that goat, what an odd team,
but by golly, we try (that's try) to stay clean.

'bye, for now
(just a note: everytime I write about a goat, I get an ad for sweetlix.com, a nutritional supplement for goats, what a laugh)

Onward...

...ever onward, this road is really long,
I don't know if I can remember the words to the song,
but it involves this road and a show on TV,
one thing is for certain, it did not star me.

The goat is getting restless, it needs to be outside,
but letting her go out now, would endanger her hide.
And so on we go, not much time to rest,
getting to Flagstaff, is getting to be a test.

The old Ford it rumbles, growls and grinds gears,
of course I guess it's because I've had it all these years.
So on we go through the sands and scenery passes by,
we'll get you all to Flagstaff in the bye and bye.

Bye!

Well...

..I wish you could see,
the grin on my face, oh gee.
The ain't nothin' wrong with that car,
it was just out of gas, now we'll go far.

Heading on out with Flagstaff in sight,
my oh my, you hang on tight.
We're going to follow historic route 66,
boy don't that remind me of ol' Tom Mix. (he was a cowboy movie star)

You know, I've been thinking, dangerous I know,
'bout maybe gettin' a goat, to go! (no fries with that please)
I could use the milk and companies not bad,
Now I got to see if a goat can be had.

Old Larry could tell you 'bout the time,
it happened to him while ridin' in 1959!
He was hitchin' a ride out in Colorado one day,
and he got a ride with a fella, who went on to say,

you'll have to sit in the back,
up here I got a goat in a sack,
and sure enough, as he peeked over to see.
There was that goat, gee there he be.

So you see there's some history here,
ridin' around with a relation to deer;
no doubt about it, it'll be a fun ride,
come on, hop in, go for a ride.

Getting out....

..Kingman, wasn't going easy,
somein' a breakfast made me mighty queasy.
Could have been the eggs or ham,
maybe it was the rutabega jam. (boy there's a yuk)

And that damned ol' Ford,
cussed thing say's it bored. (this is not the same as "My Mother the Car")
First there was trouble, it didn't want to start,
then came the ol' out of gas part.

It ain't the way I wanted it,
that old Fords hissy fit.
I'll get out my trusty bat,
bet it will start we she sees that!

Nope! Dagnab it all,
the darned ol' thing just wants to stall,
don't really know what else to do,
maybe tomorrow I'll tell you.

Headed east....

...towards Kingman, it's in Arizona,
peaceful riding out here I'm a loner.
It will be nice to see some new places,
as well as meeting many new faces.

Hope this old Ford will keep on the run,
'Cause it get's real hot out here in the sun.
This ol' dad-blasted car,
just hope it gets me that far.

It's right up ahead! I can see it!
Kingman's right there! I made it!
Holy ol' cow would you look at that!
I'm gonna get me a real cowboy hat.

You know I still have a long ways to travel,
looking toward Flagstaff, hope my plans don't unravel.
But right now I'm happy to be,
writing to you, while being me.

Join me tomorrow, as I continue,
driving the range, seeking new venue.
Riding along in the hot sun,
Boy I sure know how to have fun.

Everything is.......

...ready, get in the car,
ready to roll, going so far,
out on Interstate 40 we start,
I hope this is the easy part.

I didn't get far but I was ready to go,
then a cop said I was going to slow,
you see there's a limit so you don't draw a crowd,
forty-five is the slowest that you're allowed.

Maybe I should try other roads,
somethin' that don't have no speed limit loads,
or maybe I'll try to really drive faster,
is this whole trip going to be a disaster?