Best Durn Ride
Clancy was an old man livin in the old folk’s home
Tellin’ me tales about all the roads that he once
roamed
He used to ride the freight trains hoppin’ cars just
like a bum
Watchin’ that
He was just a ramblin’ man every year for little more
He made a little money pickin’ fruit and sweepin’
floors
He drifted back home again in 1944
He looked out for all the old folks while the whole
world went to war
Chorus:
Clancy was an old man and he told me his stories
About the things that his years had brought
He said someday he’d take that last great ride to
glory
And it would be the best durn ride he’d ever caught
Clancy never watched TV he didn’t like to hear the
news
He said he was just too old to put up with the blues
He traded in his drafty house for a warm room with a
view
He said he appreciated having nothing left to lose
Chorus:
Clancy was an old man and he told me his stories…
Now I travel on the road and roam around from place to
place
The towns I pass through number more than the lines on
an old mans face
Somewhere very far away an old hobo is changing cars
And tradin’ in his wheel chair for the Lord’s great
road of stars
Chorus:
Clancy was an old man and he told me his stories…