Those times
we'd go four wheelin'
with nothing on
but the bikini top
were the best of times.
We'd jam Thorogood,
take a cooler
& disappear
way up
into the hills,
get lost in the blm lands
near skagway.
And those trips
into phantom canyon
always gave us
a chance to unwind.
Pulling offroad
up into the conifers
sealed my fate with you.
You were the perfect date
Sunshine.
With nothing on
but a red bandana,
screaming hallelujah
on the roll bar.
And there was never
anybody around,
but you
and the warblers
and me.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
Those times
we'd go four wheelin'
with nothing on
but the bikini top
were the best of times.
We'd jam Thorogood,
take a cooler
& disappear
way up
into the hills,
get lost in the blm lands
near skagway.
And those trips
into phantom canyon
always gave us
a chance to unwind.
Pulling offroad
up into the conifers
sealed my fate with you.
You were the perfect date
Sunshine.
With nothing on
but a red bandana,
screaming hallelujah
on the roll bar.
And there was never
anybody around,
but you
and the warblers
and me.
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