Anyone else get the traveling jones as Fall approaches?

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That makes you want to burst if you stay too long when it's Oct/Nov?

I'm willin'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yze10kM1fyI

I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty (not tonight but often am lol)don't ya know, and I'm still, willin'
Out on the road late at night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light
Alice, Dallas Alice

I've been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin', to be movin'

I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet and I'm still... willin'
Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico
Baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico, and I'm still

And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine
And you show me a sign
I'll be willin', to be movin

Little Feat
:smoke:

[abq e streeter]

1. yep, and still have never made it to Tonopah

been to all the others, in fact, my first ever rock and roll gig (after a few acoustic duo and trio gigs) was at the (1974?) Tucumcari prom.

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5. Cool stuff

Your story reminds me of this one.

Jackson Browne - The Pretender
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQiXQUGbac0

I'm going to rent myself a house
In the shade of the freeway
I'm going to pack my lunch in the morning
And go to work each day
And when the evening rolls around
I'll go on home and lay my body down
And when the morning light comes streaming in
I'll get up and do it again
Amen
Say it again
Amen

I want to know what became of the changes
We waited for love to bring
Were they only the fitful dreams
Of some greater awakening
I've been aware of the time going by
They say in the end it's the wink of an eye
And when the morning light comes streaming in
You'll get up and do it again
Amen

Caught between the longing for love
And the struggle for the legal tender
Where the sirens sing and the church bells ring
And the junk man pounds his fender
Where the veterans dream of the fight
Fast asleep at the traffic light
And the children solemnly wait
For the ice cream vendor
Out into the cool of the evening
Strolls the Pretender
He knows that all his hopes and dreams
Begin and end there

Ah the laughter of the lovers
As they run through the night
Leaving nothing for the others
But to choose off and fight
And tear at the world with all their might
While the ships bearing their dreams
Sail out of sight

I'm going to find myself a girl
Who can show me what laughter means
And we'll fill in the missing colors
In each other's paint-by-number dreams
And then we'll put our dark glasses on
And we'll make love until our strength is gone
And when the morning light comes streaming in
We'll get up and do it again
Get it up again

I'm going to be a happy idiot
And struggle for the legal tender
Where the ads take aim and lay their claim
To the heart and the soul of the spender
And believe in whatever may lie
In those things that money can buy
Though true love could have been a contender
Are you there?
Say a prayer for the Pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender

:smoke:

[Tobin S.]

2. I always have the traveling jones

That song reminded me of the time I was down in Laredo and a couple of guys offered me $2000 to take a bunch of Mexicans in my trailer through the check point there on I-35.

Two grand is a lot of jack to a trucker, but I ain't going to be drivin no truck if I get thrown in the jailhouse.

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7. "It's a losing proposition"

Smuggler's Blues
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55upTRq3Eks

There's trouble on the streets tonight,
I can feel it in my bones.
I had a premonition,
That he should not go alone.
I knew the gun was loaded,
But I didn't think he'd kill.
Everything exploded,
And the blood began to spill.
So baby, here's your ticket,
Put the suitcase in your hand.
Here's a little money now,
Do it just the way we planned.
You be cool for twenty hours
And I'll pay you twenty grand.
I'm sorry it went down like this,
And someone had to lose,
It's the nature of the business,
It's the smuggler's blues.
Smuggler's Blues

The sailors and pilots,
The soldiers and the law,
The pay offs and the rip offs,
And the things nobody saw.
No matter if it's heroin, cocaine, or hash,
You've got to carry weapons
Cause you always carry cash.
There's lots of shady characters,
Lots of dirty deals.
Ev'ry name's an alias
In case somebody squeals.
It's the lure of easy money,
It's gotta very strong appeal.

Perhaps you'd understand it better
Standin' in my shoes,
It's the ultimate enticement,
It's the smuggler's blues,
Smuggler's blues.

See it in the headlines,
You hear it ev'ry day.
They say they're gonna stop it,
But it doesn't go away.
They move it through Miami, sell it in L.A.,
They hide it up in Telluride,
I mean it's here to stay.
It's propping up the governments in Colombia and Peru,
You ask any D.E.A. man,
He'll say There's nothin' we can do,
From the office of the President,
Right down to me and you, me and you.

It's a losing proposition,
But one you can't refuse.
It's the politics of contraband,
It's the smuggler's blues,
Smuggler's blues.

:hi:

[cwydro]

3. I'm no trucker (though it is appealing)

but I was born with the traveling jones...first passport at 6 weeks of age...

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8. By a fountain back in Rome...In a small cafe in Athens... April in Paris

Hehe. :hi:

Tammy Wynette and George Jones - We're not the Jet Set
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWSSWSWfq8s

By a fountain back in Rome
I fell in love with you
In a small cafe in Athens
You said you loved me too

(G.J)
And it was April in Paris
When I first held you close to me
(T.W)
Rome, Georgia
Athens, Texas
And Paris, Tennessee

No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevrolet set
There's no Riviera
In Festus, Missouri

And you won't find Onasis
In Mullinville, Kansas
No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevrolet set
But ain't we got love?

No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevrolet set
Our steak and martinis
Is draft beer with weiners

Our Bach and Tschaikowsky
Is Haggard and Husky
No we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevrolet set
But ain't we got love?

No, we're not the jet set
We're the old Chevrolet set
The Jones and Wynette set
Ain't the flamin' suzette set
FADES-
Our Bach and Tschaikowsky
Is Haggard n'...(fades out)

:beer:

[cwydro]

13. Love it.

:hi:

[bluedigger]

4. I've been on the road since the beginning of the month.

I went through the badlands a couple days ago.



Badlands National Park

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9. Oh, to be there... -sigh-

Norah Jones - Painter song
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BVI4wASoNcc

If I were a painter
I would paint my reverie
If that's the only way for you to be with me

We'd be there together
Just like we used to be
Underneath the swirling skies for all to see

And I'm dreaming of a place
Where I could see your face
And I think my brush would take me there
But only...

If I were a painter
And could paint a memory
I'd climb inside the swirling skies to be with you
I'd climb inside the skies to be with you

:toast:

[zabet]

6. Yes...

something about the changing of the seasons and the shortened days bring out the wanderlust in my heart.

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10. "And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel"

:hi:

The City of New Orleans - Willie
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0sRdwQj8h6E

Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.

CHORUS

Nighttime on The City of New Orleans,
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee.
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea.
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news.
The conductor sings his song again,
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues.

Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.

:smoke:

[zabet]

11. Ooooh....

that's a fave of mine, been a big Willie fan from way back. :hi:

[XemaSab]

12. It's what an ornithologist would call zugunruhe

Pre-migratory restlessness.

And in the spirit of songs about driving trucks, I present "Trucker's Atlas" by Modest Mouse:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gl9vGHVT_Xs

[bikebloke]

14. A lot of my early travels began in the Autumn.

Probably why I still make that time of year for trips. Alas, due to high air fares and long hours cramped in the tin tubes, I'm skipping this year. By next year, I'll be antsy enough to endure the sardine torture.