OL’ TIME SHOVELHEAD BLUES
Only one pipe is puffin’,
But the motor keeps huffin’.
I’m sure the noise is bound to amuse.
The pushrods go on tappin’,
And the rockers keep rappin’.
Think she’s trying to leave me more clues?
The drive-chain’s stretched and clackin’,
Don’t help the guard keeps crackin‘,
Probably me just torquin’ the screws.
The seat is still a cushion
'Cause I do mostly pushin’.
My face turnin’ all funny red hues.
Keep on tryin’ and fixin‘.
Tinker and chance and tapin’
Climbin’ on board and prayin’
Lord, Lord, these dues I’m payin‘.
I got dem ol’ time shovelhead blues.
Think that red dot’s a stop sign
But I just ain’t got the time.
This here child could use some new shoes.
The clutch is badly slippin‘.
Good thing the tars ain’t grippin’
On all that oil she’s tryin’ ta loose.
The night’s still a mystery.
I ain’t got no lights ta see.
Why does she keep on blowin’ the fuse?
But she’s my piece of heaven
When she purrs like a kitten.
Hell, I can go wherever I choose.
Then I will be rid of them,
And be all but done with them.
Smile for a little while.
Maybe make it one whole mile.
Dem rattyass, ol’ time shovelhead blues.
Tim Hayes 06/10/2004