As the miles are too many to drive,
I turn on the radio to survive,
it's an oldie but goody one playing songs,
teasing my brain on who did what wrongs,
the scenery is flat and doesn't change a bit,
I'm yawning and praying to keep awake as I sit
while the old Ford truck rolls along,
I hum a tune from an old folk song,
a Peter, Paul and Mary hootenanny moment,
remembering words which were once dormant,
something about five-hundred more miles to go,
figuring that is a lot of gas to blow.

Ahead of me is an old Elsie cow,
grazing next to a farmer's rusty plow,
a horse nearby swishes its long tail,
looking proud and frisky not at all frail,
the flat prairie scene is changing about
as I see a town which gives me a shout,
before my eyes I see a sign 'Cafe Haven,
Giant and Juicy Burgers Not for the Craven,'
after a hearty three-course delicious meal,
my tummy is full which is a good deal,
I'm ready to tackle the long drive home,
turning on the radio makes my mind roam
Rick Nelson's last century hit, 'I'm a Traveling Man,'
reminds me I'm an old and dedicated fan
who has many more miles of road to go
as I drive on the highway singing to and fro.

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