On a hot ol’ day of summer
On a long and winding road
My car was boiling over
But my beer was good and cold
 

Fifty miles from nowhere
A hundred miles from sound
I just could not believe
That old Dodge had let me down
 

As I was counting out my options
To walk or bide my time
I just sat beneath a rocky ledge
And I drank myself half blind
 

It’s nice to know there’s answers
For all the questions one might ask
It’s nice to know there’s lakes and streams
For all the lines that one might cast
It’s nice to know your leaving me
Is finally in my past
 

But when you left you should have stuck
Your memory up your  . . .
 

I don’t drink because I have to
I have a friend who saves the cans
And since you left, I’m helping him
Realize his plans
 

You could have ran for senator
That was being said
But my car would just not start that day
So I ran for you instead
 

And you kept me like a hamster
And I’d like to pay you back
So lets go to the river
Wont you hop here in my sack
 

It’s nice to know if called upon
You’re worthy of the task
It’s nice to know on sunny days
You have a place to bask
It’s nice to know the day you left
Your car was full of gas

But when you left you should have stuck
Your memory up your  . . .
 

Sometimes love will have it’s rough spots
Like the wallpaper that you hung
A bubble showing here and there
And the seams all overrun
 

But let’s not talk in metaphors
Cause I always lose my place
And there’s lots of words to go around
So I’ll tell you to your face
 

I’ve got so many little victories
Losing you don’t mean that much
Anyway, I realize
I was nothing but your crutch
 

It’s nice to look around you
And see all the things that life has
It’s nice to see a big ol’ moon
Summer rain and all that jazz
It’s nice to know then day you left
Is a day that’s gonna last
 

But when you left, you should have stuck
Your memory up your    . . .
 
 

Bend over –insert memory
How far can it go?
Where the sun don’t shine
Some where east of Eden
The land of Nod
This probably should have been done at birth
Maybe we caught it in time
You get the Idea
 

Yeah, when you left you should have stuck
Your memory up your  . . .
 
 

© 1989 William C Stephens
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