Oh, I’m like a bat outta hell out to shoot number nine
Well, I’m looking for eight, Lord, it’s been along time
I’m tied to the hot seat in the heat of the battle
You gotta give it all you got just to stay in the saddle.
Yeah, Well I ride em high and ride em low
The only life for me is the rodeo
Gotta pot of gold waiting in every town
I gotta ride this horse down.
I got a one horse trailer, gotta a dually truck
She’ll use a tank of gas, come on lady luck
I live high on the hog, I eat pork and beans
Lord, I sleep off the whiskey when I dream big dreams.
Oh, Well I ride em high and ride em low
The only life for me is the rodeo
Gotta pot of gold waiting in every town
I gotta ride this horse down.
Pretty --- Instrumental --- girls slide through my heart like the wind
You know there ain't no future in cowboy men
Well, I can take a bull and I can take pain
Ain't gonna climb on board that old heartbreak train.
Yeah, Well I ride em high and ride em low
The only life for me is the rodeo
Gotta pot of gold waiting in every town
I gotta ride this horse down.
Ride 'Em High, Ride 'Em Low Lyrics
The Musings of Calculating Einstein Kat
C.: Well, I’m off for the four-day weekend, so d.c asked me to do this blog post solo. However, I just had some excellent catnip right before he called me and asked me to do that. So, I’ll just sit here and think of whatever comes to my mind. I’ll jot down my thoughts as they come to me.
Why is a driveway called that? Wouldn’t a more accurate name be a parkway? And what if a driver does park on a parkway? Won’t that driver be causing a lot of congestion?
Speaking of congestion, why is rush hour traffic less dense in the afternoon than in the morning? Do fewer people work throughout the day, or are people just more in a hurry to get home than to get to work?
And why would one rather have a bottle in front of him than a frontal lobotomy? Would it be more fun to have both, or would that surgery eliminate the possibility that the person who had the surgery would know what to do with the bottle?
And where exactly is the middle of nowhere, and how does one know when s/he gets there? Does the person’s car’s GPS device say, “You have arrived at your destination?” How would it know that?
And, is all of Southeast Texas considered “Greater Houston”? Where exactly does it begin and end? And what are the boundaries of East Texas and Deep East Texas (or, for that matter, West and Central Texas)? Why is only the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex referred to as North Texas? And why are all the people from the east and west coasts moving here? What’s wrong with their coasts that they feel they must move to the “Third (or south) Coast?
And what is the difference between Oleo and margarine, or whisky and bourbon whiskey? Also, what is the difference between the colors maze, gold, and yellow? And why is the precious metal referred to as “yellow gold”? Is there a maze-colored gold? If so, is it more valuable than “yellow gold”?
And finally, who was the first idiot to look at a snorting, 1800 lb. bull and say, “I can ride him,” and why*?
*From the upcoming d.c. scot work The Magruder Mysteries Murder 8; The Inert Ingredient.
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