Lonesome Recovery Blues
The boys they think they’re goin on a trip
Crates full of junk bought on a hot tip
Belts and tools, filters and pumps
Gimp’s special seat to smooth out the bumps
Headlights, chains, air tools for repair
Kip, are you sure we packed the spare?
The turnpike to cruise will be quite a time
Stacks blowin smoke, tires will whine
Cover tied down she sure won’t come off
Secured as it can be, like with Barry Nadoff
Smell of diesel, excitement in the air
Kip, are you sure we packed the spare?
‘Kip let me drive, you need some relief’
‘Nah, you stay over there in your own Special seat.’
Fork on them crates there’s money to made
Cash from Steel Soldiers we are gonna get paid
Don’t mind the weight over loaded to care
Kip, are you sure we packed the spare?
The excursion back home will be quite a sight
Oh, Oh, whats that sound? That bump in the night?
Cool beans, its all good we are a’yackin
Not really nothin, just the tarp a’flappin
But Gimp is thinking while headlights a-glare
Kip, are you sure we packed the spare?