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MOTEL

Posted: November 21, 2015 by gamillerlasvegas in autobiography, uncategorized
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Buffalo Bull

winter in Wyoming / two-thirty A.M.

motel phones are ringing / train time, Ray and Jim

Ray’s a freight conductor / Jim’s an engineer

me, I am an old buffalo / just standing over here

yeah, I am an old buffalo / standing on this hill

in the darkness and the blizzard / taking in the chill

all my friends and family / have all moved away

they went down to Florida / me, I’m here to stay

Ray and Jim meet for breakfast / at the all-night diner

the cook had another bar fight / get a load of that shiner

there’s the waitress Amber / she looks uninspired

I don’t have to work anymore /  this bison is retired

Butch and Sundance rode through here / saddlebags, dynamite

back before our little town / had any traffic lights

crew van to the yard office / creeping along sorta slow

I don’t need no crew vans / ’cause I’m a buffalo

like I said, I’m a buffalo / in the Walmart parking lot

I might move to Colorado / so I can smoke a little pot

freight-yard winds are brutal / snow’s blowing parallel

to the icy rails and the boxcar roofs / meanwhile back at the motel

two telephones start ringing / train time, Buzz and Daryl

by the way it’s Christmas Eve / think I’ll launch into a carol

here’s one that we all know / it’s a catchy little thing

yeah, I’m just an old smelly buffalo / but I still love to sing

(sings) ‘Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer / had a very shiny nose

and if you ever saw it / you would even say it glows’

thank you very much (laughs)

oww!

hey, who the hell’s shooting arrows at me?

copyright by G.A. Miller

photo by Lizzie Miller

 

 

Workin’ for the O’l U.P.

up near Castle Rock in midnight rain / an engineer yawns on a slow freight train

he says “it’s just about like workin’ days” / I light up a smoke and sit in the haze

(chorus) hey Ma, still workin’ for the ol’ U.P. / hey Pa, they’ve been pretty good to me

hey wife, I’ll be home eventually / baby baby, I’m  workin’ for the ol’ U.P.

we ain’t bound for glory or any crusade / just a motel hallway, morning maids

up near Castle Rock, hey, listen, listen / to the bones of deer in the headlights glisten

(chorus)

up near Castle Rock in midnight rain / an engineer smiles on a slow freight train

he says “it’s just about like workin’ days” / I light up a smoke and sit in the haze

(chorus)

copyright G.A. Miller

featuring; Jim Jarvis (bass, pedal steel guitar) Brad Steven Johnson (electric guitar) Tony Korologos (drums)

 

 

 

Ocean Motel

there is an ocean motel / that I check into sometimes

look out upon a blue mystery / search for a few more rhymes

search for a few more rhymes

there is a coffee shop / a waitress who calls me ‘hon’

a short order cook with tattoos and blues / day is done, setting sun

day is done, setting sun

there is a neon cocktail glass / blue olive and blue swizzle

as the sea turns black and the highway shines / in late December drizzle

late December drizzle

(repeat 1st verse)

copyright – G.A. Miller

featuring; Tony Korologos (drums) Greg Floor (saxophone) Jim Jarvis (bass) Brad Steven Johnson (guitars)