The Petticoat Junction Express

Crooked old women hobble down the street. Weather old men drive pick-up trucks. At this stage of life, I suspect, they just don't give a fuck. I sleep deep and I dream heavy on the Petticoat Junction Express. Thunder rumbles and I dream on, on the Petticoat Junction Express. When there are aliens or dinosaurs involved there are always kids on foot. You'd think by now they would've learned, it's safer just to stay put. I sleep deep and I dream heavy on the Petticoat Junction Express. Thunder rumbles and I dream on, on the Petticoat Junction Express. Venus and Jupiter drift toward conjunction on a sea of darkness and light. I raise my banner to the old Oak King and dance in the deepening night. The full moon rises and I'm afflicted. Grizzly Creek's beginning to crest. Be that as it may a gentle breeze blows on the Petticoat Junction Express.