Finding....

...a place to stay isn't always easy,
so, I just hung my hat outdoors, it's always breezy.
There ain't no sense in knockin' on doors,
or lookin' for buildings with more than two floors.

I look forward to tomorrow,
it will be time to go,
to that new favorite place I found;
the Midpoint Cafe is home ground.

Have 'nother piece of pie too,
"thanks a bunch, don't mind if I do,"
ugly crust is a misnomer, it ain't ugly at all,
it's just got bubbles in the crust, don't cause nothin' to fall.

Soon we'll pack up the old Ford,
make sure every body is on board.
Check the gas, lights and we go,
soon it's Amarillo, hello.

Headed south....

On the...

...road again, just ain't for Willie Nelson,
'sides that, you know, I'm mighty handsome.
We are on the road, that goes who knows where,
guess I better check that map, really, I do care.

Yep! That's the place that we want to be,
see that sign? It really says, "Welcome to Tucumcari".
I don't know much about this place, I guess that's alright.
Anyhow, I feel to good, to go and pick a fight.

They got a farmers market, each and every day,
and lots of places you can go, and places I can stay.
It's the gem of the mother road, you know, sixty-six,
else there'd be no reason to be out here in the sticks.

But, I think, maybe tomorrow I will start,
out in the early morning, that's Jeffs hard part.
we'll get in to Texas, just before dark,
we'll be in a hurry to find a place to park.

Oh, the things you think you see, out in the desert sands,
I thought that I found water, but it was only my hands;
Keep a water bottle handy, when you chance to go;
out here in this high desert place of New Mexico.

Next stop Texas (it's almost as big as my lies)

On, great scot...

what have I done,
where in the world have I come,
this is one huge city here,
Albuquerque we are here!

I need to git someplace less fancy,
this isn't good, I'm gettin' antsy;
please somebody help;
I'm afraid I'll lose my scalp.

Get back on the road fast,
this city visit cannot last.
I never saw so many cars,
there's more of them than there are stars.

I sure do miss my country home,
and here I am, out here all alone.
'Course I've got Jeff, the resident ghost,
and my Ford, which I like the most.

Guess I'll be headed east fast,
me in this place will never last.
Gas up the old '48 Ford,
push the pedal to the board.

Headed east!

Going east...

....I came to my next stop,
they got stuff here'd make your eyes pop
I'll tell you about this place that I know,
it's called Grants, New Mexico.

Well it's quite a place, and it's no too big,
just the kind of town that I dig.
It's on the Continental Divide,
boy my and Meatloaf could ride.

You could ride from West to East,
in a matter of minutes, and you could feast,
on good country food, have your favorite dish.
It's a heck of a lot better than that Maine fish.

They got a volcano that's extinct,
least that's what I think,
and then there's an ice cave that really nice.
in an old lava tube, the floors all ice.

You know I can't write all this fluff,
if there was no research and stuff.
Grants, NM is right on the web,
or, you could Google it instead.

Well tomorrow I'm headed east,
or, that's what I'm plannin' at least.
Head the ol' Ford in the right direction,
all ready to go, ready for action!

East on US66.

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.

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.