I received a message from Jerry at http://overthetopcargotrailer.blogspot.com
about the song I’ve Been Everywhere.
He sent me to a web page where there are parodies and take-offs on that song by different artists. I listened to a slew of them. They were pretty cool. Click on the links to hear some I got a kick out of.
The first is I’ve Been Everywhere , Texas.
This link is: I’ve Been Everywhere, Austrailia
Now we have a Johnny Cash parody:
The next one is: I’ve Been Everywhere, Minnesota. I think. It has some clever, corny stuff like I ate corn dogs at the fair, man, …in my underwear, man.
After I identified five to put into this blog , swish, the sneaky electronic Genie has tossed one of them into cyberspace, so I’m hoping that the four I have left are identified correctly.
When I mentioned the song two days ago, I was talking about my partner, Jim. And, just to give you an idea of why it fits, he has crossed the United States 6 times in his Motor Home. He has been in every state of the union. Plus, he took his rig 17,000 miles across Mexico, through every country in Central America and to the Panama Canal and beyond, (until the road stopped.) Then, of course, he returned those same, many miles back to the States. He’s traveled all over Canada as well. (South America is still on the agenda.)
Yesterday was a pick up and move, empty tanks, fill up with water, get gas and propane, find the recycle place, shop for groceries…that kind of day. We bought two sets of sheets and replaced the butter-soft thin ones we had. I spotted a Burlington Coat Outlet and got a white jacket to replace my warn one. We’ve been everywhere, man- in Yuma!
The frig is full and we are parked in a weedy little town at a VFW with a huge membership. The bartender told us they serve around 400 hamburgers on Mondays. Tuesday was women’s dart competition and men’s pool tournament. They are open and busy seven days a week. We had a drink and left early because they allow members to smoke in the bar. Nobody was smoking at the time, but we both came out with our hair and clothing stinking like old cigarette smoke.
The move put us closer to our destination, the Petroglyphs.