In Praise of North Platte: A Ballad
Oh, to wake from 7 hours sleep
And find you needn’t rise,
To find yourself in a bed with sheets
Is certainly a surprise.
There is coffee and showers and food galore, and although it lacks some trees
We could never ask for more, North Platte, we never wish to leave.
But always eastward is our journey, over wide Nebraska plains,
So take me from here on a gurney,
For my feet are still in pain.
Walking in the day or night, heat or cold, I will think of when I almost became fat,
From such good food, showers, and 7 hours sleep, in glorious, glorious North Platte.