Somewhere On Golden Pond
It was a hot summers evening
With a stringy haired blonde
Out drinking Tequila on the rocks
And fishing in Golden Pond
Someone was playing a guitar
Someone was singing a song
Me and that stringy haired girl
Was trying to sing along
My Harley was my foot rest
My head lay upon her breast
She rocked me with that rhythm
So peacefully I must confess
Not much more of that evening
Comes to mind anymore these days
But I still think about that blonde
And her wild loving ways
Sometime during that night
She quietly slipped away
But she left me with a memory
I still carry to this day
Her hair was long and silky
Her legs were bless my heart
And everything else about her
I wouldn’t know where to start
My Harley no longer sits in the garage
But that old hog used to rule the road
But since that summer evening
I’ve reaped the seeds I sowed
Grey hair replaced the black
Aches and pains rule the day
And me, my Harley and Blondie
All have gone a different way
I heard Blondie was in Spokane
And that Harley was up for sale
But I’m too tired to fool with either one
No more drawing water from that well
Here’s a salute to that old cycle
And a thank you to that stringy hair blonde
And may we all rest in peace
Somewhere out on Golden Pond
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