I never rag on the YOUNG peoples shit.

I was young, BUT I WAS OLD!
I'm younger than that now.

I carried many a Tuna Can Heater.
And it saved my freezin ass,
Many a fuckin time.
Even Howard Hughes knew that survival technic.
He dropped trains many a fuckin drunk binge.
Was a better Hobo than a Star
Funny as hell.

I remember my first 3 rides.
I, refused to sneak!
I resolved it was my only transport venue.
I almost got my ass KILLED!
I followed the leader.
With my shank
And a pissed off attitude.

I never got arrested.
Till I came back to the SYSTEM
First fuckin week!

For VAGRANCY!
New Fuckin Mexico
The Night Of the Big Grizzly.
Clint fuckin Walker!
At the Clovis Drive INN!
Asleep on the hood of a Triumph GT!
The Sheriff came up and slid me off the Hood.
I came up with my blade.
I saw who it was.
He had his hand on his sidearm.
And motioned with his hand.
No Problem I said and tossed it.
He said I knew I startled you, young man.
Wake your friends inside and give me your ID.
Yes Sir!
We had $200 in cash and the Law was a minimum $100 each.
There were 3 of us.
Drank coffee ground water and baloney or peanut butter sandwiches.
2 and a half to within hours of 3 days.
The Officers then knew people.
Even if they weren't from these parts.
But they treated you with respect.
Ah, Dave and I drove back to Pennsylvania.
The one of us that cried all day long in his cell flew back to mommy.

I was extending my musical venues