arguing with a fire pilot is a lot like wrestling with a pig in the mud: after a while you begin to think the pig likes it.
arguing with a fire pilot is a lot like wrestling with a pig in the mud: after a while you begin to think the pig likes it.
Here's a new twist on an old favorite -- Eric Lancaster's lyrics to SIX MONTHS ON THE ROAD, researched/borrowed from SIX DAYS ON THE ROAD by Steve Earle.
(Here's a video clip of Steve Earle doing Copperhead Road -- another classic -- and here's a little clip from amazon of Earle's SIX DAYS ON THE ROAD.)
And now, by Eric Lancaster:
SIX MONTHS ON THE ROAD
Well I pulled outta Boise headed out for the eastern seaboard.
Got my P3 wound up and she’s runnin' like never before.
There’s no home base tonight, don’t see a mudmonkey in sight.
Six months on the road and I'm a'gonna make it home tonight.
Got Bravo Five ahead and Tanker 25 behind.
I’m on my fifth reload and my eyes are open wide.
Just passed Jimmy in T-18, I’ve been passing Leads all right!
Six months on the road and I'm a'gonna make it home tonight.
Well it seems like March since I kissed my little wench goodbye.
I could have a lot of women but Hoke’s my senior guy.
“Go ugly early,” he says all right, that’s all he’s said all night!
Six months on the road and I'm a'gonna make it home tonight.
Well the FAA is ramp-checkin' down the line.
My tanker's downloaded again; my W&B says I’m fine.
But nothin' bothers me tonight, I can dodge The Black Pearl all right!
Six months on the road and I'm a'gonna make it home tonight.
My tanker's a little old, Tony Kern told me so.
There's retardant from the belly and Air Attack says it’s a go.
Fort Huachuca's comin' in sight, if you think I'm happy you're nuts.
Six months on the road and I'm a'gonna make it home tonight!