Road to Colorado

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Avery Hill
09/01/2015
Avery Hill

Story

In his later life, my Great-Granddaddy Clyde began writing his account of a 1920 road trip he took with his young family from their home in Springfield, Missouri, to Colorado Springs. To my dismay, he never finished writing down his story, so in order to put it to song, I had to learn an important lesson of storytelling: you don't need all the facts to get at the truth of the story.

Lyrics

They say a man in his prime is a true sight to see

Enough to make boys jealous and women swoon

He swaggers through the town and he mounts his gallant steed

And rides off beneath the rising moon

Once there was a time when I was such a man

These days I find I must convince myself that I still am

 

As is usually the case, the trip was conceived

By the most important women I know

My mother, my sister and my wife all agreed

We should vacation in Colorado

 

How lovely, they said, to take the babies along

All their bottles, and their cloth diapers, too

My brother-in-law said he, too, would have gone

But for a “pressing business matter” to attend to

How this ride would - I knew it was up to me

To take charge of my steed and herd

So I loaded up the bags with a cowboy’s dignity

In a 1919 Hudson 7-passenger

 

On the road to Colorado, don’t know how, but I know why

On the road to Colorado, another line across my brow for this family of mine

 

Now it’s every cowboy’s dream to be out on open plains

Without a care, without a single doubt

Till babies need to a eat, and their mothers to complain

You’re left without a choice but to dismount

If you’d never tried to find a tree in Kansas for to rest

Then my friend, believe me, you’ve been spared

It’s only flies you’ll find, they’ll be happy to attest

To their keen sense for simple human fare

 

On the road to Colorado, don’t know how, but I know why

On the road to Colorado, another line across my brow for this family of mine

 

Now it’s true I have no horse, I have no hat, nor pair of boots

And they say a man is just a man

But lately I sense God and this road are in cahoots

Against me, though I do the best I can

 

We reached Wichita and stopped at the local inn

To execute our grandest operation

The clothesline held the diapers, the sterno stove was rigged

To treat bottles to proper sterilization

And in the morning as we left, those damn diapers still not dry

I protested, but alas, to no avail

Were hung out the car windows and with all my manly pride

The white flags of truce thus did prevail

 

On the road to Colorado, don’t know how, but I know why

On the road to Colorado, another line across my brow for this family of mine