Wyoming

Hot day in Rawlins middle of may
Wyoming wind it is having it’s way
With red sand that curse into your eyes and your nose
Red sand coarse as glass blast the flesh off your bones

Freddy is drinking in the shade of a tree
George he is muttering menacingly
Trying to help Chuck who is up to his knees
In pistons and lifters and rings, rods and grease

Me I admit I am being quite slack
Hanging out in the bus with a red headed cat
From Chicago and what’s more we are in the sack
I ain’t gonna sit here and lie about that

Chuck getting frustrated cause George is all thumbs
And Freds just too tortured to not be a drunk
And that just leaves me, satisfying my lust
With a redhead named Jonah in the belly of a broken down bus

I hear shouting I pull on my clothes
Freds got his knife out and he’s coming at George
We talk him down but then Chuck just explodes
Says “what am I feeding you suckers for?”

Wyoming?

Well the fact of the matter is the food is all gone
We’ve run out of money and things we can pawn
And the dogs getting skinny and the springs getting long
And the Wyoming wind it is rubbing us raw

Jonah is swimming off just like a ships rat
We all call him traitor and each wish we had his dad’s cash
And the airwaves are full of Tienamen square
But Wyoming a hundred million miles from there or anywhere

And I am doubting we will escape
Fred’s gonna kill George one of these days
Or George will kill Chuck or Chuck will kill me
Just for being such a slack pleasure seeking little hippy

Well I can see the future, the future runs this way
The 4 of us gonna make it all the way to salt lake
Running 20 miles and hour on the freeways shoulder bone
Then Chucks gonna trade in his dream for some wheels to get home
Freds gonna hitch-hike to san Francisco, get struck down by pneumonia
George is gonna disappear down the rainbow trail
probably wash up in boulder
and me I’m fated to 900 lonesome desert days
trying to figure out what the hell Wyoming had to say

Wyoming?

New Orleans 1996
© myshkin 1996