Blowin' Down the Road

One day, I's just blowin' down the road,
felt the snow fallin' down in the cold.
The dust bowled over, blowed away;
howl and a pang, it's the end of the day.

I rowed on over to the canal
and went to fishin' with my gal pal.
Turned out she wanted more,
so I high-tailed outta that bore.

I gave this pretty girl a rose,
turned out she's dumber than she knows.
I bucked outta there,
I forgot my hair.

I went home, turned on my record player.
There's some croaky guy, he's gettin' croakier.
I saw a fine lookin' girl, with Scarlet Begonias in her curls,
and we clicked and jumped over hails.

One time, I's bakin' a pie,
someone came by, blew it to the sky.
Just down the road, the president crashed into a tree.
He couldn't count to five, much less three.

I rowed on over to the canal
and went to fishin' with my gal pal.
Turned out she wanted more,
and I high-tailed outta that bore.

One day, I's just blowin' down the road,
felt the snow fallin' down in the cold.
The dust bowled over, blowed away;
howl and a pang, it's the end of the day.