Travelogue

I stuffed my pockets full of California minutes, Set out from Bakersfield before the break of day. Checked out a waitress at a coffee shop in Needles Then blew through Flagstaff on my way to Santa Fe. Cut loose and rootless, making random left-hand turns Straight razor whiskey, gotta love the way it burns Pulled up at Pueblo for my ration of tequila Long after hours in the Garden of Repose. I paid my lady love a call in Carson City, Got tanked in Reno with a Sacramento rose. Street lamps and neon on a warm midsummer’s night Drawn toward the tunnel at the end of so much light Broke bread in Stockton with a Guatemalan dancer. Shook down a flop house called The Shady Rest Motel. Laid low in Fresno for the balance of my paycheck, Got back to Bakersfield in time to raise some hell. I’m gonna ramble till the swallows leave for Egypt. Gonna ramble till the Happy Prince goes blind. I’m gonna ramble till I’ve gathered up my troubles. Gonna ramble till I’ve left ‘em all behind. Might put my suitcase under the bed, But I always leave it packed for later.