Travlin` all up an down these wagon trails is lonesome, and I find that many days my best friend is a tumble weed. They roll on by and listen pretty good for a spell or two. I thought I might park my wagon on Sunday and play some golf with the fellers, but NO. Gotsa keep rollin on through the canyon again all day long through rattle snake country. Damn sidewinders piss me off! Sometimes I have a partner ridin shotgun, and we shoot stuff just for the hell of it. No, nuthin` cute or alive (except for sidewinders). I am about at the end of my rope with this dusty trail ridin. Shoot ... I been workin 14 hour days since May 20th. What a crock a shit !! A man can go crazy out here, and that's no lie. Good thing I can go back in the bunk and Twitter a bunch to all my partners out there in cyberspace. I might be tellin` a line or two in the next few days - OVER. Big 10-4 from the Hollydale Covered Wagon Lines of the Great North West.
