Black bear road

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...

Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them U-Drive-'Em Army Jeep cars which we rented from a fella by the name of Kubozke for thirty bucks a day, buy your gas...

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'...

Rollin' down the runway Thinkin' 'bout the one-way of my life With another cup of coffee And another lonesome city far behind This old 747 will be flyin' over Heaven One more time And the tears begin...

She was born one mornin' on a San Juan summer Back in eighteen and eighty and one She was a beautiful daughter of the D and R G And she weighed about a thousand ton Well, it's a-forty-five mile...

[On the CB] Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon....

The dance hall is silent and empty The banjos don't play anymore The music is only a mem'ry And the dancing is dust on the floor Wild flowers cover the ground now The timbers are streaking with gray...

Write me a song about singin' Write me a song about free Do a little tune about lovin' and a-livin' Do it just for me But please don't make it a sad song I don't wanna sing the blues For god's sakes...

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? If the mud don't stay and the cattle don't stray We can make Fort Kearny...

Now Arnold Jones an' MaryBeth Jensen's in a 'Vette down by the Deep Rock Had John Denver on the 8-track, gettin' high MaryBeth's wig was on the floor An' Arnold's feet was out the door When we shined...