To: Tax-chick; Silentgypsy; fanfan; ColdOne; Monkey Face; LibreOuMort
"Just drive carefully in the fog - dont want to hit a large ruminant." Any sensible roommate wouldn't be wandering around in the fog.
The discussion reminds of my "Gas Blues", though.
"The fog on the mountain ...", ah yes, I remember the fog quite well:
Ive got the I cant Be the Town Drunk Anymore Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
I was cruisin my pick-up,
Goin up hill and down.
My tank was on empty,
I looked for a town.
In the fog on the mountain,
I was driving real slow,
Saw a neat little valley,
With a town down below.
So I drifted on down there,
On the fumes in my tank,
Looked around for a station,
All I saw was a bank.
Last time it was open,
LBJ ruled the day.
There was no gas to purchase,
And no way I could pay.
(Chorus)I got the I cant Be the Town Drunk Anymore Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Aint nobody gonna give me nothin but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til Im clear outta sight,
They dont want me takin up their time or their booze!
There I sat in my truck,
I was down at my heels,
Id run clear out of luck,
Guess you know how that feels.
When a scruffy old feller,
Offered something to drink.
It was something so horrid,
It might kill me I think.
But I had to be friendly,
So I told the man fine,
Got a gallon of moonshine,
For a buck twenty-nine.
I got the I cant Be the Town Drunk Anymore Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Aint nobody gonna give me nothin but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til Im clear outta sight,
They dont want me takin up their time or their booze!
I knew I couldnt drink it,
For it reeked and it stank,
So just to get shet of it,
I poured it into my tank.
Dont know what I was thinkin
Tried to start my old truck,
Well, she ran like a new pup!
Had a change in my luck.
Bought some more of that homebrew,
For a price I cant beat,
Keeps me rolling much better,
Than the gas on your street!
I got the I cant Be the Town Drunk Anymore Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Aint nobody gonna give me nothin but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til Im clear outta sight,
They dont want me takin up their time or their booze!
I went back pretty often,
Bought up most of their stuff,
They thought me a drunkard,
Who just cant get enough.
I kept up the pretense,
Who gets gas for that price?
They called me the town drunk,
I just thought it was nice!
Then one day I got busted,
They discovered my game,
For some reason theyre angry,
Now it cant be the same.
I got the I cant Be the Town Drunk Anymore Cause I Got Run Outta Town Blues!
Aint nobody gonna give me nothin but the tips of their shoes!
As they kick and they fight,
Til Im clear outta sight,
They dont want me takin up their time or their booze!
NicknamedBob. . . . September 27, 2005
940 posted on
01/11/2012 4:38:16 PM PST by
NicknamedBob
(If "everybody's different" then two of them have to be the same. It's the only way to be different.)
To: NicknamedBob
Why would they be upset if he was paying what they asked?
1,027 posted on
01/12/2012 5:05:52 PM PST by
fanfan
(This is not my Father's Canada.)
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