Nothin like my Shovel
Well I'm headin for the Rockies,
wind blowin in my face;
Eatin up those white lines,
headin for a place;
Where I can feel the Spirit's,
of those that came before;
When a man depended on his skill,
his Horse and nothin more.
There's Soul in this ol' motor,
I love to hear it rumble;
I think of those that came before,
an it sure does make me humble.
So if you see me in the Mountains,
broke down on the side;
Cussin my Ol' Shovel,
I'll still be full of pride;
Cuz just like those of yesteryear,
that came this way before;
Saddlebags filled with Jerky,
a gun and nothin more;
I'm dependin on the Spirits,
to help a man like me;
Cause I know that I can make it,
an be what I wanna be;
Evo or Pan I don't give a damn,
you make think it's trouble;
But when I got Her tune'd an hot,
theres nothin like my Shovel!!
by Jake the Snake
wind blowin in my face;
Eatin up those white lines,
headin for a place;
Where I can feel the Spirit's,
of those that came before;
When a man depended on his skill,
his Horse and nothin more.
There's Soul in this ol' motor,
I love to hear it rumble;
I think of those that came before,
an it sure does make me humble.
So if you see me in the Mountains,
broke down on the side;
Cussin my Ol' Shovel,
I'll still be full of pride;
Cuz just like those of yesteryear,
that came this way before;
Saddlebags filled with Jerky,
a gun and nothin more;
I'm dependin on the Spirits,
to help a man like me;
Cause I know that I can make it,
an be what I wanna be;
Evo or Pan I don't give a damn,
you make think it's trouble;
But when I got Her tune'd an hot,
theres nothin like my Shovel!!
by Jake the Snake
