STRANDED
Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2015 9:22 pm
STRANDED
I found myself well stranded, not a ride to get me home
Celebrated way too hard the night before
Didn't hear the cheap alarm clock, or the ringing of the phone
Or the banging of my mates upon my door
By the time I fin'lly woke up, and I stumbled out of bed
My mates were packed and well and truly gone
So I legged it down the highway on the outskirts of the town
Looking worse for wear, and even more forlorn.
I just stuck my finger outward, hoping that I 'd fluke a ride
Mount Canobolas loomed large not far behind
The boys were Bathurst bound, and were stopping for an ale
They were not going to be too hard to find
A parade of cars went by me; things were looking pretty grim.
Not a hint of someone offering a lift,
when a Porche slowed down and fin'lly pulled up just a bit ahead
As rides go, this one seemed like quite a gift.
The driver poured himself out, and he stumbled up the road
He looked and sounded far worse than I felt.
'Can you drive? he slurred, and tossed me, the keys to drive his car
Raised a bottle and then took himself a belt.
I was young and feeling stranded, not about to judge this bloke
Who was handing me the green light to his pride
No way was I about to think of passing for moment
this offer of a sweet and cosy ride
As we drove, he told his story, very sad if not all true
The story of his complicated life
Diagnosed with liver cancer, he would travel till he dropped
The cancer had already claimed his wife.
He told me he was wealthy, despite the rag-tag way he looked
But with neither wife nor kids to leave a will
He would drink and keep on going till he'd drank his final drop.
If the 'C' don't take him, the drinking surely will
As we drove the streets of Bathurst, he first questioned my belief
In the tale that he just chose to share with me.
'Pull up into the driveway of that house upon the hill.
There's something that I would like for you to see.'
As I pulled into the driveway, he produced a set of keys
A remote control opened up the door
to a triple car garage, with an Aston Martin car
standing proudly on that very garage floor.
It was clear he had been honest, in the telling of his tale.
We drove off, found my friends all on the graze
I offered mate a cold one, but he politely declined,
and that is where we two just parted ways.
Don't know how that he got on, but I guess he's long since gone
I hope and pray my mate now rests in peace.
I only hope for his sake that the good Lord up and took him
Long before he got pulled up by the police.
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper March 2015
I found myself well stranded, not a ride to get me home
Celebrated way too hard the night before
Didn't hear the cheap alarm clock, or the ringing of the phone
Or the banging of my mates upon my door
By the time I fin'lly woke up, and I stumbled out of bed
My mates were packed and well and truly gone
So I legged it down the highway on the outskirts of the town
Looking worse for wear, and even more forlorn.
I just stuck my finger outward, hoping that I 'd fluke a ride
Mount Canobolas loomed large not far behind
The boys were Bathurst bound, and were stopping for an ale
They were not going to be too hard to find
A parade of cars went by me; things were looking pretty grim.
Not a hint of someone offering a lift,
when a Porche slowed down and fin'lly pulled up just a bit ahead
As rides go, this one seemed like quite a gift.
The driver poured himself out, and he stumbled up the road
He looked and sounded far worse than I felt.
'Can you drive? he slurred, and tossed me, the keys to drive his car
Raised a bottle and then took himself a belt.
I was young and feeling stranded, not about to judge this bloke
Who was handing me the green light to his pride
No way was I about to think of passing for moment
this offer of a sweet and cosy ride
As we drove, he told his story, very sad if not all true
The story of his complicated life
Diagnosed with liver cancer, he would travel till he dropped
The cancer had already claimed his wife.
He told me he was wealthy, despite the rag-tag way he looked
But with neither wife nor kids to leave a will
He would drink and keep on going till he'd drank his final drop.
If the 'C' don't take him, the drinking surely will
As we drove the streets of Bathurst, he first questioned my belief
In the tale that he just chose to share with me.
'Pull up into the driveway of that house upon the hill.
There's something that I would like for you to see.'
As I pulled into the driveway, he produced a set of keys
A remote control opened up the door
to a triple car garage, with an Aston Martin car
standing proudly on that very garage floor.
It was clear he had been honest, in the telling of his tale.
We drove off, found my friends all on the graze
I offered mate a cold one, but he politely declined,
and that is where we two just parted ways.
Don't know how that he got on, but I guess he's long since gone
I hope and pray my mate now rests in peace.
I only hope for his sake that the good Lord up and took him
Long before he got pulled up by the police.
Copyright (c) Allan Cropper March 2015