Footprint Six
Davy
Davyyyyyyy
Crock-
ett ~
King
of
the
wild frontier ~
He was
a man
loved
by other men ~
They'd follow
him
thru thick
and thin ~
He was kind
I say
he
was kind ~
He
loved
all
humankind ~
He even stuck up
for
the
Indian ~
After chasing
after 'em
under
General Jacksian ~
Who in politics
Davy fought
afterward
thru n' thru ~
Would-
n't
you
?
President Jack
become
a
hatin' man ~
But
Davy
had
a gentle hand ~
I say
Davy
was
a gentleman ~
I
hope
you
understand ~
Which reminds me
of
my own
recently died pa ~
Who was
a union leader
filled
with awe ~
Awe
of
his
trade ~
A-
mer-
ican
made ~
He was
a leader
with
a following ~
And I am
his son
who
has noth-oh-ing ~
However
I
can
swear ~
Fumigating
in
this
damn chair ~
At least
I
have
wrote it down ~
Now you can sink
me and this tug
six-feet under
the frozen ground!
Footprint Seven
But there ain't
no
frozen ground
around here ~
It's all hot n'
burning
I
do'ith fear ~
In this
des-
o-
lit atmosphere ~
As
I
drink
my ice cold beer!
Footprint Eight
It's been
a long haul but
I'm
sittin' down now ~
Thru some time
and some space
I
made it some how ~
Others up n' died
while
I
just kinda sighed ~
As I left
others said, "See
you later,
Clyde" ~
See You Later Clyde
jus'
kept on
steppin' on ~
Now
See You Later Clyde
greets
another desert dawn ~
Some where 'long
the way
I
stumbled on fear ~
So when I stop
now
n' look
into the mirror ~
I jus' say
"See you later, Clyde"
n'
disappear ~
Into the saloon
across the street for
another
long tall beer!
Footprint Nine
It was cool
and dark
inside
the local saloon ~
I slithered up
onto a bar
stool
at high holy noon ~
The bar maiden
my favorite
a
proxided blonde ~
(We
had
a secret code
and a secret bond)
Poured me
a
cool one and
eventually said ~
"You're outta
your
tug boat today,
I see, Fred" ~
"Yes
I
am,
Burt" ~
The
truth
really
hurt ~
The bar maiden
Burt
had forgotten
my name ~
But then I heard
a western movie
soundtrack
playing in my brain ~
That
old
western movie
refrain!
It could only
mean
one
thing ~
I whispered
to
myself
"ding-a-ling!"
And slowly spun
around
on
my stool ~
There she was
so
calm and
coooooool ~
Sitting in the
corner
with her brown skin
blazing ~
Her
raven
hair
grazing ~
Up-
on
her
smooth shoulder ~
Oh so much
I
wanted
to hold her ~
I wanted to learn
how
to play the
guitar!
So I could
forever
entertain
Morning Star...
Footprint Ten
Her bright as a light
in the night
eyes
opened wide ~
Stared right
back
at
See You Later Clyde ~
Would-
n't
let
go ~
Sucked me in
easy
n'
slow ~
Filled me
full
of
fear ~
As
I
gulped
my beer ~
And
as
she
gulped hers ~
Like
a
cat
purrs ~
Her soul
em-
braced
my soul ~
Spun it
around
like
a mixing bowl ~
'Til I didn't
know the difference
'tween
right and wrong ~
And I grew
weak and
she
grew strong ~
And I gulped
and she gulped
'til our
glasses were dry ~
And 'though I
saw
a bottomless well
in her eye ~
I was going to
order
two more
beers ~
Take 'em to
her table
me
and my fears ~
When outta the men's room
sauntered
a ghost under
a coon-skin cap ~
Who sat down be-
side her
n' she layed her
hand in his lap...
Here's the Charlotte, which was built in 1880, parked now on the shore of www.loving-long-island.com
~ a tugboat quite similar to the one in this tall tale ~