Trek One
Footprint One
Every cloud
is
a church
in this sky ~
Every drop of
rain
an angel
dropping by ~
The sun
is an Apache
on
a vengeful path ~
A devil who turns
my bunk
into a
sauna bath ~
So the Lord
deem'th
I move into
the pilot house ~
Perched atop this
tug boat
that
like a dead mouse ~
Lay
half buried
in
the sand ~
The sea seems so
far
away
from this land!
Now
I
sit
writing ~
A view
so vast
it's
frightening!
Yes
I
sit
writing ~
Day
after
day
fighting ~
The Devil
in
my
mind ~
Meantime seeking
thee Almighty
who
doth shine ~
Shine
more aflame
than
the sun ~
For
ever-
y
one...
Footprint Two
It
was
a
gamble ~
When
I
done
amble ~
In-
to
the
desert town ~
I
knew
nobody
around ~
Just more
dust
adrift
in the wind ~
I
come
blowing
in ~
Thru the door of
the mission
the mission
of No Return ~
A few tramps sat
out front
while
the world done turn ~
Tramps from everywhere
wishing
they
were high ~
Sitting
watching them
trains
roll by...
A hundred tramps
out front
brain dead and
lazy ~
One or two
were sane
but all the rest
were crazy ~
Stood around
throwing
cigarette butts
into the wind ~
All complaining about
the world
coming
to an end...
One million tramps
surrounded
the mission of
No Return ~
All one million
stranded
with no money
to burn ~
Their campfires
one million
points
of flickering light ~
As they broke their
empty bottles
on each others' heads
in the night!
Footprint Three
Now I
sit
in this
old tug ~
There's nobody
here
for me to
hug ~
Which
brings
to
mind ~
What
I
did
find ~
At that mission
at which
I
done learn ~
There are pretty women
too
of
No Return ~
For whom a tramp's
heart
do
forever yearn ~
For whom his
loins
natch-
rally burn ~
I
re-
mem-
ber!
The
first
time
I saw her ~
Her long dark
hair
tied in
an Indian braid ~
She seemed
so
un-
afraid ~
That
hot
after-
noon ~
It must
have
been
high holy noon!
I was standing
in front
of
the mission ~
Sinking
in-
to
submission ~
When I saw
her in the distance
walk
into the trees ~
A glimpse that
just about
knocked
me to my knees ~
A sight
that
made music
in my mind ~
The kind
you
might
find ~
In
an
old western
movie ~
Yes
she
really
moved me ~
Moved me
like
a
wrecking bar ~
Her
name
was
Morning Star...
Footprint Four
If you walk
way up
hiiiiiiigh
on the mountain ~
And it's the
riiiiiiight
time
of year ~
You just might find
that
therrrrrrre
abodes ~
Around your crunching
boots
a million
baby horned toads!
Footprint Five
Davy
Davyyyyyyy
Crock-
ett!
King
of
the
wild frontier ~
He was such
a beautiful man
that
a legend was born ~
Born outta
politics
due to a bill about
land reform ~
Yeap, the frontier
man
become a congress
man ~
Who
wanted some poor folks
who toiled
upon some frontier land ~
To not be forced outta
their homes
they themselves
done build ~
And
he
wouldn't
yield ~
He was
a
poor man
too ~
Killed about
one thousand bears
for rugs and food
its true ~
Would-
n't
you
?
Slashed 'em
with his knife
when he wrestled
one or two ~
Anyway, he wrestled
and wrestled with
his cherished
land reform bill ~
Which he never
got passed
there
on Capital Hill ~
So he rode off
to
the
Alamo ~
Where
we
all
know ~
He got
him-
self
shot dead ~
Where a bigger
legend
that already lived
was bred ~
And
he
had
a sonnnnnnn ! ! !
Son of a
son of a
son of a
gunnnnnnn ~
And 'though
the battle
at thee Alamo was
not wonnnnnnn ~
Davy Junior got
the bill passed
12 cents an acre
for everyonnnnnnne ! ! !
Top Hat: Rena, la magnificentia... Stirrup: Enoch writing his memoirs...