Lyrics

Crotch Rocket Blues
©1978 Pauline Trabert, All Rights Reserved

He came screaming into town on a Thursday night
Straddling his Arctic Cat
Slid up to the door, took his helmet off
Walked in my bar and sat

He said I came up from Chicago to ride my machine
And to see how the other half lives
I'll buy a drink for the house and one for you bartender
Cuz I've heard about the welcome this town gives

Well, all of us that was sitting in the bar before this guy
Kind of looked at each other and shook our heads
It was Winter for sure when the snowmobiles arrived
Few of us wanted them but they kept some families fed

Chorus: Cuz they're all fast with their money faster still with their machines
They each carry trail maps in their pockets
They wear snow suits boots and helmets that are color coordinated
And they just love to ride their crotchrockets

Pretty soon we heard the wailing of about 20 more machines
And they was headed right toward my bar
The locals sort of sighed and chugged down their drinks
Before long my parking lot didn't have one car

And they all rushed in the door with big smiles on their faces
Talkin' about the trails and their machines
They ordered drinks all around and one for the lone stranger
And he joined them in their camaraderie

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They all drink one or two and then they head back to the trail
Got to get to that next bar down the line
I know they'll come and go just as long as we have snow
Sometimes they drive me nearly out of my mind

Well, it's hell to be in business in the north no matter when
But it's nice to be where the woods are quiet
My business walks out the door when the locals hear the roar
Of those obnoxious crotch rockets

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