Road Trip
(Our trip to Florida)

Headed down south, to have some fun.
As we hit South Carolina -ooh  there went the sun.
The rain set in- the fog was thick .
Riding in the rain-justs makes me sick.

The view is gone-the cars in a race.
And windshield wipers-flapping in my face.
My son is a bore-reading his books.
My husbands' in the drivers seat-giving me looks.

I'm.. getting sleeping and he's laughing at me.
Wish we would stop soon-cause I gotta pee.
We finally see a rest stop-we pull right in.
We do our business-and we're off again.

I turned on the radio-my station wasn't there.
Searching the channels-couldn't find it any where.
Listened to some oldies-now that’s an old song
not what I wanted as I travel along.

Well we can't have everything, I guess this is true.
when we're riding and it's boring, Just what's there to do.
The weathers' clearing up some, and what’s there to see?
A long straight highway, surrounded some trees.

Watching people passing-in their cars as we go.
We're doing 70-they must think that’s slow.

Then all of a sudden, we came to a halt.
There must be a wreck-or that’s what I thought.
It's a granny up ahead, in her car driving slow.
And trying to pass her-was a smoking pinto.

I'm getting tired of eating-all the snacks that we've got,
potatoe chips-cheese balls-I  want something hot.
Or at least real food, like a burger and some fries.
or a big oh steak, with a  tator on the side.

Here is  some advice for a trip that seems to slow.
Have a pencil and some paper-and a good radio.
I shouldn't be complaining-I feel like a jerk.
It's just a little rain-and at least I'm not at work.

May the Lord watch over, and protect us down the road.
With fifty miles behind us, and four-hundred left to go.


By: Donna Eaton