And, tomorrow is just another day for me.
Water the forklift and jack batteries.
Find and repair the "write-ups" of equipment.
Drive wheels, load wheels, casters, ad nauseum....
One day I'll retire.
Sell all of my goods, buy a travel van and go where I've never been.
See things I've yet to see.
Perhaps come to see YOU!
Where ever I park, that will be my home for the night.....
But, until then, I guess that I'll change out jack tires,
Drive wheels and plan my "Retirement Escape."
Today, a fellow came in to work on the computers.
He had total white hair and looked haggard....
We got to talking and I said, "Surely I'm older than you.
Well, come to find out, I was older than he was. By 6 days.
I later asked Kipp, "Who do you think was older?"
He said, "Oh, Buddy was older than you by at least 5-6 years."
I smiled as I thought to myself, "Yeah, Scotty takes care of himself."
(Must be the premium cigars and finest Scotch....
)
Most folks can't believe that I'm almost 60 years old.....
And then Kipp said, "I heard this today as I was driving in to work and thought of you...."
As he dialed it up on his phone music to play for me.
He asked if I know the group....
REALLY?
And, I sang along
I then said,
"Sitting and staring out of the hotel window...."
And then
said the next few lyrics.
He couldn't name the song....
Sheesh! Children!
Obviously not a "Dead Head."
But, I'll give him a pass. He wasn't even born then!
Reached #64 in 1971.
Best,
Scot
Truckin' like the doodah man
Once told me "Gotta play your hand
Sometimes the cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay them down"
Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? (note 1)
She lost her sparkle you know she isn't the same
Living on reds and vitamin C and cocaine
All her friends can say is ain't it a shame
Truckin' up to Buffalo
Been thinking you got to mellow slow
Takes time, you pick a place to go
Just keep truckin' on
Sitting and staring out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again.
Like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in
Busted down on Bourbon Street
Set up like a bowling pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearing thin
They just won't let you be
You're sick of hanging around, you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelling you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying
Get out of the door, light out and look all around
Sometimes the lights all shining on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long strange trip it's been
Truckin' I'm a going home
Whoa, whoa, baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on
