“On the Road to Carolina”
By Miriam McCue - creator of poetry.
dedicated to Bubba, my grandson who is not allowed to do what is in this poem. And Bob
who maybe did.
Warning: do not practice the activities below, unless you are a professional in the field.
This is meant to be sung accompanied by acoustic guitar music.
We’re on the road to Carolina,
Me & Bubba, my best friend.
We’re going to stop in Savanna.
To pick up ole toothless Glenn.
We’re ridin’ in my ole pickup,
The three of us have no fear.
‘Cause toothless Glenn of Savanah,
Brought along six cases of beer.
When it gets on towards evenin’,
We park the old pick up.
We’re all sittin’ on the tailgate,
Drinkin’ all the cases up.
(whoops and whoopies )
When we get to Carolina,
Our heads feel all blown about.
Glen is barfin’ out the winder,
And Bubba has completely passed out.
NOTE: TO be more politically correct: I am the designated driver.