The Eighty Eight

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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

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