Posts Tagged ‘Trains’

Buffalo Bull

winter in Wyoming / two-thirty A.M.

motel phones are ringing / train time, Ray and Jim

Ray’s a freight conductor / Jim’s an engineer

me, I am an old buffalo / just standing over here

yeah, I am an old buffalo / standing on this hill

in the darkness and the blizzard / taking in the chill

all my friends and family / have all moved away

they went down to Florida / me, I’m here to stay

Ray and Jim meet for breakfast / at the all-night diner

the cook had another bar fight / get a load of that shiner

there’s the waitress Amber / she looks uninspired

I don’t have to work anymore / ┬áthis bison is retired

Butch and Sundance rode through here / saddlebags, dynamite

back before our little town / had any traffic lights

crew van to the yard office / creeping along sorta slow

I don’t need no crew vans / ’cause I’m a buffalo

like I said, I’m a buffalo / in the Walmart parking lot

I might move to Colorado / so I can smoke a little pot

freight-yard winds are brutal / snow’s blowing parallel

to the icy rails and the boxcar roofs / meanwhile back at the motel

two telephones start ringing / train time, Buzz and Daryl

by the way it’s Christmas Eve / think I’ll launch into a carol

here’s one that we all know / it’s a catchy little thing

yeah, I’m just an old smelly buffalo / but I still love to sing

(sings) ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer / had a very shiny nose

and if you ever saw it / you would even say it glows’

thank you very much (laughs)

oww!

hey, who the hell’s shooting arrows at me?

copyright by G.A. Miller

photo by Lizzie Miller

 

 

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Out There West of Here

a kid named Frank stole a boxcar ride / destination Bangor, Maine

the train took a siding and the hungover brakeman / threw Frank off in the rain

Frank cut across a cornfield / to a cafe with a blue neon light

Johnny Cash was singing on the jukebox / some other plans fell apart that night

a train whistle blows / out there west of here

how’s it goin’ ┬áthere Betty / I’ll have a bottle of beer

now me and Betty was almost goin’ steady / ’til that night Frank walked in

I was the flat-top rookie deputy / shoulda run him out of town there and then

‘cuz Frank sat down and smiled at Betty / dragon tattoo on his arm

Betty left me sittin’ with an empty coffee cup / when Frank turned on the charm

a train whistle blows / out there west of here

I’ll have a cheeseburger Betty / and another bottle of beer

well, to make a long story short / Frank and Betty own the cafe

they saved their money and bought the place / Frank’s cookin’ will kill me someday

their kids are grown and doin’ fine / except for Daryl and his weird haircut

“goodnight sheriff,” Frank hollers at me / as he slaps old Betty on the butt

a train whistle blows / out there west of here

I’ve never seen the ocean / guess I’ll drive out there this year

a kid named Frank stole a boxcar ride / destination Bangor, Maine

the train took a siding and the hungover brakeman / threw Frank off in the rain

copyright – G.A. Miller

Kathy I Live in a Trailer

today I got a postcard / they somehow tracked me down

thirty-year high school reunion / back in my home town

now I’m thinking about you Kathy / and how you used to lead those cheers

as I sit here in my single-wide / and down a dozen beers

Kathy I live in a trailer / it’s near some railroad tracks

got a carport on the side Kath / a Tuff Shed in the back

ten feet from the tracks

another train goes rumbling by / my little kitchen’s rocking back and forth

I can smell that sewage treatment plant / on a cool breeze from the north

I wonder if you remember me / I had a hall locker right next to yours

I guess I was just a stoner back then / these days I stick to Coors

Kathy I live in a trailer / power lines right over my head

my wife, she could not stand it no more / she took off with the mailman, Fred

thank you very much Fred

that locomotive horn / is drowning out my neighbor’s angry shouts

he’ll strangle her some day / of that there is no doubt

I guess you married that quarterback Kath / and long may he prevail

I guess you didn’t get the blues like this / when your postcard came in the mail

Kathy I live in a trailer / it’s near a refinery too

after all these years Kath / I’m still in love with you

time for another brew

copyright – G.A. Miller

The Big World

Posted: March 2, 2013 by gamillerlasvegas in old fart's art
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Near Pocatello

Posted: January 25, 2013 by gamillerlasvegas in old fart's art
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