C.W. McCall piosenki

[On the CB.] Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept for that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in Omaha and get over here in a short, 'cause it d...

Well, I was born in a town called Audubon Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen-thirty. Had a neon sign, said "Squealer Feeds" And the bus came through when they felt the need And t...

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado. And as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained, we laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up...

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 along the way, take a rabbit's foot and leave a pint of bloo...

'Way out in Colorado In the Camp Bird Mine Down deep in the darkness On level nine Where the water trickles An' your blood runs cold There's a lonesome miner Still lookin' for gold He's way down deep... In the Camp Bird Mine He never sees the sno...

Ridin' on The City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Two conductors and a-twenty-five sacks a' mail All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee And moves on along past houses...

I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take imme-di-ate delivery on this '57 Chevrolet half-ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a hide-a-bed and thirty-five bucks. Call One...

She was born in the brief mountain springtime Blue in the late mountain snow And she grew in the sunlight of summer But she knew when the aspen turned gold That she had grown old [Chorus] Columbine, columbine Blue in the Rockies Will I miss you, whil...

'Way up in the snow Where the scrub oaks grow And the coneys and the picas play Where the marmots abound All a-diggin' in the ground And the wind blows cold all day There's a little pile a' stones On a little pile a' bones That's a-what the archaeolo...

Yeah, breaker one-nine This here's the Rubber Duck You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Uh, yeah, Ten-Four Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure By golly it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon Yeah, its a big Ten-Four there, Pig Pen Yeah, we definitely got the front...

[On the CB] Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Big Ben, c'mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, for sure, for sure. By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon. Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen, yeah, we definitely got...

Bill Fries says that this is based on a true story from the late '60s, when a band of hippies rolled into Telluride and decided to stay. One day about four or five years ago We is settin' at the Conoco station Kickin' tires, and swattin' flies, And discus...

Well, now, I been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness But all a' that thought you're a-givin' me is conscience, I guess If I was walkin' in your shoes I wouldn't worry none So you and your friends don't worry 'bout me, I'm havin' lots of fun [C...

[Chorus] Four wheel cowboy Four wheel cowboy Four wheel cowboy Jeepin' down to Santa Fe Well, Denver town an' I'm outta the chute Foot in the gas an' a hole in my boot And I'm outbound, yeah Gonna see my momma in Santa Fe I'm over the Hump and I'm o...

We is screamin' through the valley Where the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and cornfields Where the mari-ju-wana grows 'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia Down the hills and up the dale Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive And Smokey on my t...

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 Up the canyons...

[The sound of a lonely harmonica.] 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 The palace is t...

When rivers ran blue up on the mountain And rivers ran green out on the plain When the river ran red in Glenwood Canyon It was only a matter of time Then rivers ran gold up on the mountain And rivers ran wild out on the plain And the river ran free thr...

[Spoken] 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 t...

Go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rail hummin'? That's a hobo's lullaby Do not think about tomorrow Let tomorrow come and go Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar Safe from the all the wind and snow I...