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(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them you-Drive-'Em Army Jeep cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint of blood for a dee-posit.

And he 'splained it all to us how we was supposed to get to Telluride, which is fifty miles away by way of the regular highway, however, there was a shortcut but unless we had drove the Black Bear Road before, we'd better be off to stay, stay in bed and sleep late. (Pay no attention to the gitar there.)

Well, we took up off'n the highway and we come upon a sign says "Black Bear Road. You don't have to be crazy to drive this road, but it helps." I says, "RJ, this must the shortcut road Kubozke was talkin' about." She didn't pay no mind, 'cause she was makin' peanut butter sandwiches for the kids in the back seat throwin' rocks and drinkin' cool-Aid and playin' count-the-license-plates. But they wasn't havin' too much fun a-countin' license plate or cars, 'cause there weren't no other cars.

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin' logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We is headin' for bear on I-one-oh
'Bout a mile outta Shaky Town
I says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck.
"And I'm about to put the hammer down."

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

[Chorus]
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Four wheel cowboy
Jeepin' down to Santa Fe

Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we knew it as the Green.

It was daylight on the river but we couldn't see the sun
And we couldn't hear our voices through the roar
But we felt the boilin' current and our blood was runnin' cold
As we headed down the canyon of Lodore
And the gods were runnin' with us
On the day we ran the rapids of the Green

I got plan; yeah, a plot's what I got
To help this country rise again
All a' the haves
Join the have-nots
And strip our fears off while we can

[Chorus; C.W. only]
We've gotta kidnap America

Well, it's a long, lonesome road
Through the lifetime of a trucker
But me and my good ol' friend here
We gonna make it

It's a long-haulin' road
And the load of life is heavy
But me an' this good ol' truck

Did you see me at Westport Landing
On the wide Missouri shore?
Did you hear the west wind calling
In the spring of forty-four?

[Chorus]
If the mud don't stay and the cattle don't stray

Well, they’re rompin’ down in Austin
And they call it “Western Swing”
They even wrote a song that says
“Bob Wills is still the king”
Well that I can agree with
But this much I declare
There’s more to country music
Than outlaws and Lone Star beer

When the skies are gray, and the wind is cold, I remember. How the snow was silver, and the leaves were gold when I left her. It was early mornin’, on a Rocky Mountain September. And she was gone.

Well now it’s five A.M. an’ I’m a hunnert an’ ten miles from Denver
An’ the snow is silver an’ the leaves are gold an’ I miss her
’Cause it’s another mornin’ on a another mountain September
An’ I’m alone

Yeah, we climbed the mountain together, an’ we stood on top a’ the world. But now I gotta remember it all… alone.

Well, I had two weeks vacation comin'
So I thought I'd drive down to Florida
Spend some time with an old friend, date a few girls
Make a few parties, and just kinda live it up again

So I packed up my car and then I called my Mom in Tennessee
And told her what I planned to do she said, "Son, are you comin' by?"
And I said, "Mom, I'm really pushed for time

The cowboy will never get married to you, girl
It's the fightin' that he just can't bear
But when there's women and whisky and beer-drinkin' brawls
The cowboy will always be there

He'll sing you sad songs, girl, 'cause that's all he knows
And soon you'll be listenin' to
Solutions to problems you don't even have

On a cold November mornin'
Back in nineteen-thirty-seven
With an early snow a-fallin'
On the three-foot tracks at Ames
Came a mighty strange contraption
Known to trainmen as a motor
But to folks in Colorado
She was known by another name

(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

It's 4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin'
I'm not complainin'

I got the radio on, playin' on a station from New Orleans
An' now it's rainin'