I'm not allowed to run the train, The whistle I can't blow I'm not allowed to say how fast The fucking train can go I'm not allowed to shoot off steam Nor even clang the bell But let the damned train jump the Track, and see who catches Hell!!
A gift from a long lost friend, a physicist for a defense contractor.
I wish I would've dated it. The price tag on the back says $12.99. Probably $49.99 now.
I'm glad Terry's wife lifted his house arrest. I missed the pretty gals.
(Edit) I pinged Kimmy to this because she thinks I spend all day in bars chasing pussy. I've only been in bars a few times in the past few years, probably with Rainman when I'm giving him rides to or from his semi tractor when it's in the various shops.