On 131 North in Michigan west, I left fully loaded for K’zoo
With guitars in store and one amp maybe more I set out for Paw Paw jam down.
My ‘71 spun 29 times it is told as it rested in the icy dark median.
A pickup is said to have saved me from dead as towed me back on up on to the freeway.
better?
QUE?
I imagine to the tune of “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”?