Mule Pass

Up on Mule Pass there’s no place you can turn,

Just a tunnel to the past, no bridges left to burn.

Right  beyond the pass there lies another world,

Where I can hide from the troubles I have unfurled.

Up ‘til now I reckin’ I haven’t had a care,

I’ve learned to hang my hat nearly anywhere.

A miner’s shack in Bisbee on the side of a hill.

Scroungin’ up the cash to pay my next rent bill.

A roof and a wall, it ain’t the Taj Mahal,

The meaning of it all, I ain’t got far to fall.

I hang out on my own, my future is unknown,

The good life I have blown, I ain’t even got a phone.

At night I drive on back to my little shack,

And when I hit the rack, I’ve nuthin’ to unpack.

It might be soundin’ strange, I think I need a change,

Gotta cure the mange, but what can I arrange?

The tunnel’s up ahead, one more night to dread,

 It’s here that I have fled, shoulda’ faced the world instead.

No one counts on me, no one hears my plea,

I might be wild and free, but that’s no way to be.

Shake off my malaise, it’s time to reappraise,

There could be better days, Mule Pass runs both ways.

Tonight, I met a lass, and fell in love real fast,

And up on Mule Pass, I let go of my past.

LDT December 11, ‘23

Karen and I had our first date on December 11, 1971. I had a lot to think of on my way back to Bisbee.

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