We pulled out of Omaha
On a trip that was long planned
Our car was fully loaded
Was a VW Bug, not a hippy van
And we headed north just Mark and me
On the adventure of our lives
These were the days when we were young and single
Without family or wives.
But we didn't make it far out of town
Before the car slowed down
No matter how hard we accelerated
So we turned ourselves around.
We knew that Mark's car was through
And our father's car would have to do
So two long hair brothers repacked and left
In a Galaxy 500 that was blue.
Oh that trip was fun, it was more than fine
And we had a wonderful time,
Here's the story of those days
Of our drives and walks and climbs.
[To Be Continued When the Memories Return]
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