Born in the Blizzard of '53
From north of Aspen down through Wakeeney
Looked like letters falling in the night
On a Rocket 88 rollin' down an old highway
A Mother's son was soon to sing
In a bright Sunny field, somewhere to dream
She feels the heat of the mufflers song
Please tell me Honey, it won't be long
Remember Summer, the coming Spring
We felt that freedom in everything
We'll get there soon, just around the hour
Your joy will once again be ours
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Tonight the Eighty Eight has a soul
Two tons of steel and a heart of go
We're good friends for three years now
And now's not the time to let me down
There's nothin out here but a dessert of snow
On these east Kansas plains where the hard winds blow
Keep thinking to myself did I miss the turn
Think I see some lights ahead but I can't be sure
I remember the first time we met
A small town football game, you were the Majorette
You threw your baton up, all chromed and silvery
And when it came down you were looking at me
Remember Summer, the coming Spring
We felt that freedom in everything
We'll get there soon, just around the hour
Your joy will once again be ours
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Solo
They wheeled you in at Four a.m.
Steam still comin' off the engine
I'll be right here you won't be alone
The Eighty Eight is waiting now to take us home
Born in the Blizzard of '53
From north of Aspen down through Wakeeney
Looked like letters falling in the night
On a Rocket 88 rollin' down an old highway
Copyright©Charles F Baker 03-18-2019
