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.