[On the CB.] Breaker, one-nine, this here's the Duck again. You got a copy on me Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, negatory, Pig Pen, there ain't no way out 'cept for
(Steve Goodman) Ridin' on The City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Two conductors and a-
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) Me an' RJ an' the kids was on a camp-out in the mountains, and we had us one'a them U-Drive-'Em Army Jeep cars
'Way up in the snow Where the scrub oaks grow And the coneys and the picas play Where the marmots abound All a-diggin' in the ground And the wind blows
LEGEND: (sung by background singers) It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June And a Kenworth pullin' logs Cab-over Pete with a reefer on And
Well, now, I been hearin' you're concerned about my happiness But all a' that thought you're a-givin' me is conscience, I guess If I was walkin' in your
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of Lost
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis) I's thumbin' through the want ads in the Shelby County Tribune when this classified advertisement caught my eye. It said, "Take
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis) We is screamin' through the valley Where the Nishnabotna flows Through the mud and crud and cornfields Where the mari-ju-wana
Well, I was born in a town called Audubon Southwest Iowa, right where it oughta been Twenty-three houses, fourteen saloons, And a feed mill in nineteen
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) [Spoken] Way out in the canyons of the West, there's a wild river. The Spanish named it San Buenaventura; but we
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) [The sound of a lonely harmonica.] The dance hall is silent and empty The banjos don't play anymore The music
The chorus, and how to sing it. Pay attention, 'cause there might be a quiz. C.W. and the backup singers sing line 1, then C.W. alone sings lines 2 and
(Walt Meskell, Tim Martin) [Spoken] I found her settin' on a Sioux City park bench, on a late November afternoon. Me, I was just driftin' through. She
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis) Well, packin' on back to Jackson Eighteen-thirty-an'-six Fifteen wagons an' forty-five orn'ry mules Packin' on
yeah, a plot's what I got To help this country rise again All a' the haves Join the have-nots And strip our fears off while we can [Chorus; C.W. only
(Goebel Reeves) Go to sleep, you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can't you hear the steel rail hummin'? That's a hobo's lullaby Do not think
(Ron Agnew) Well, I was a poor boy Just a-kickin' around Eighteen, with a head full a' dreams Took some money back then Did a year in the pen For not
