I set out on my way,
tools in hand and boots on my feet,
on a cold blustery day.
And all that I crave is my bed and some heat.
With a grunt and groan,
I get my truck in first gear;
If only Id known,
I have forgotten some stuff, this I fear.
Nothing for lunch, not a bite nor a drink,
My overalls lay on a rack.
I swear and I curse, then I set out to think,
Anything not to turn back.
A store harkens there, a beacon of light,
salvation is here in one shop.
A general store, full of things that I might,
need for today is a sure flop.
I pick up my goods; some coke to sip,
Some grub to make stew,
I pay my bill, my tax, heck heres a tip,
And for the road a cold brew.
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