There's something about jumping out of a truck in a hefty pair of shit-kicker boots. The way you have to let yourself fall just a little bit, but make it look like you are just stretching your legs.
The way the dust kicks up --- poooof ---- as both feet hit the ground together.
The way the hands know what to grab outta the truck without your eyes having to look.
Yeah, when I get out of that truck I am not Dave, and I don't have to repair the wall to that high tunnel. I am Tommy Lee, looking for some bad guy to kick with my shit-kickers.
And if I really were Tommy Lee, I would spit, look at the sky and say something about America.
Perhaps, "America, boy howdy, America."
PEACE
The way the dust kicks up --- poooof ---- as both feet hit the ground together.
The way the hands know what to grab outta the truck without your eyes having to look.
Yeah, when I get out of that truck I am not Dave, and I don't have to repair the wall to that high tunnel. I am Tommy Lee, looking for some bad guy to kick with my shit-kickers.
And if I really were Tommy Lee, I would spit, look at the sky and say something about America.
Perhaps, "America, boy howdy, America."
PEACE
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