I think I'll drive out to Eugene, get a slide-in camper for
My truck, pack a bamboo rod, hip boots, a book of flies from
A Missoula pawn shop, rub mink oil into the cracked leather
Wonder about the old guy who tied these trout chew flies
They work good. Take along my Gibson JF45 made by women
During World War II, coffee stained stack of maps, a little
Propane stove, a pile of old quilts, a can opener, kipper
Snacks, smoked oysters, gun powder tea, a copper teapot, and
A good sharp knife
Sometimes you have to go - look for your life
I'll park by some rivers, cook up some rice and beans, read
Ferlinghetti out loud, talk to the moon tell, her all my
Life tales, she's heard them many times. I'll make up some
New juicier parts, drink cold whiskey from a tin cup, sit in
A lawn chair and fiddle with my memories, close my eyes and
See. Sometimes you gotta go not look for nothin'
The Northwest is good, once you get off I-5 and wander up
And down the Willamette dammit, on the back back roads. I
Know a few people who'd let me park in their drive, plug in
For a night or two, stay up late, and talk about these crazy
Times - the blandification of our whole situation. And then
Back to the woods. A dog is bound to find me sooner or
Later. Sometimes you gotta not look too hard - just let the
Dog find you
My truck, pack a bamboo rod, hip boots, a book of flies from
A Missoula pawn shop, rub mink oil into the cracked leather
Wonder about the old guy who tied these trout chew flies
They work good. Take along my Gibson JF45 made by women
During World War II, coffee stained stack of maps, a little
Propane stove, a pile of old quilts, a can opener, kipper
Snacks, smoked oysters, gun powder tea, a copper teapot, and
A good sharp knife
Sometimes you have to go - look for your life
I'll park by some rivers, cook up some rice and beans, read
Ferlinghetti out loud, talk to the moon tell, her all my
Life tales, she's heard them many times. I'll make up some
New juicier parts, drink cold whiskey from a tin cup, sit in
A lawn chair and fiddle with my memories, close my eyes and
See. Sometimes you gotta go not look for nothin'
The Northwest is good, once you get off I-5 and wander up
And down the Willamette dammit, on the back back roads. I
Know a few people who'd let me park in their drive, plug in
For a night or two, stay up late, and talk about these crazy
Times - the blandification of our whole situation. And then
Back to the woods. A dog is bound to find me sooner or
Later. Sometimes you gotta not look too hard - just let the
Dog find you
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