I posted this poem a few weeks ago. In the interim I’ve had it set to (country and western) music.
Click here, to download Albuquerque.wma. It takes a couple of minutes to download, so maybe get a cup of coffee? You may also want to minimize the player to be able to read along with the song.

East’s so pretty, but too dang wet,
Damp and humid, breathin’s hard,
And the biggest bugs you ever met,
Get in th’ house from out in th’ yard,

Can’t go walkin’ the woods about,
‘Less ticks you want to stick on you,
Itchin’ chiggers could do without,
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 best.

A real close look at what one sees,
With specks for cows an' horses too,
Lonesome ranch in a bunch o’ trees,
Invitin’ to me, th’ whole day through.

Desert’s got critters t’ be aware,
Tooth an’ claw some pain can bring,
‘Neath rocks an’ cactus hide their lair,
Spring t’ bite ‘n stab their sting.

My bags’r bound for Albuquerque,
I’m settin’ sail an’ headin’ West,
May seem a might too quirky,
But a western sky fits me th’ best.

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!
Hot air b’loons — October fest!
Gotta seem a damn bit quirky —
But I got my bags, I'm headin’ west!

© 2009 R. Leland Waldrip