Damp and humid, breathin’s hard,

And the biggest bugs you ever met,

Get in the house from out in th’ yard,

Can’t go walkin’ the woods about,

‘Less ticks you want to stick on you,

An’ chiggers to itch until you shout,

Swarmin’ gnats, an’ deer flies too.

Pack my bags for Albuquerque,

Cuttin’ a trail an’ headin’ West,

May seem t'you a bit too quirky,

But a big dry sky fits me th' best.

Look real close at what one sees,

With specks for cows and horses too,

Lonesome ranch in a bunch o’ trees,

Invitin t' me, through and through.

My bags’r bound for Albuquerque,

I’m settin’ sail an’ headin’ West, 

May seem t'be a might too quirky,

But a western sky fits me th' best.

Desert’s got critters t’ be aware,

Tooth an’ claw some pain can bring,

‘Neath rocks an’ cactus hide their lair,

Spring to bite or stab their sting.

But pack my bags for Albuquerque,

Make a trail an’ head out West,

Leavin' where th' sky's too murky, 

Big dry sky’s done passed my test.

YahoooooOO! Albuquerque!

YahoooooOO! Big ol' b'loon fest!

Sure seems a damn bit quirky,

But I got my bags, I'm headin’ west! 

© 2009 R. Leland Waldrip