Rubber duck

'Way out in Colorado In the Camp Bird Mine Down deep in the darkness On level nine Where the water trickles An' your blood runs cold There's a lonesome miner Still lookin' for gold He's way down...

YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them CBers, you gonna learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay attention now; I'm only gonna explain it to ya once. You gotta go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up...

Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab outside a' that Ogallala? When outta town come a local clown in a '65 Impala Had a 'coon tail flyin' off a' his whip antenna We was haulin' a load a' them go-go...

Come ride with me cowboys I'll tell you a story Out where the whoopin' cranes fly I'll show you the white bones Of giants in sandstone Out where the wind never dies Come sit by the campfire I'll sing...

It's 4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin' I'm not complainin' I got the radio on, playin' on a station from New Orleans An' now it's rainin' I'm makin' time, tryin' ta keep it...

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 that one Atlantic Ocean. Now listen, drop them hogs off in...

Ev'ry evenin', when the sun goes down And nobody can see me I get my Chevy an' I cruise around Makin' love on my CB I say, "Breaker broker for the Wolfman, baby We lookin' for Red Ridin' Hoods We...

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-thirty. Had a neon sign, said "Squealer...

When the snow falls on Christmas Eve, And everything's white I sit by the window, And remember another night When Mama played the organ, And we turned off all the lights And we all stood around her...