Bosler Lyrics

Well I write you this letter from my downtown apartment
Pray you receive it before I am gone
Says I'm goin out West as soon as I'm able
And I's kinda hopin you might come along
There's somethin that's callin me when I am sleepin
Or locked in bathroom at work gettin stoned
It tells me I'm lonesome and hard as I'm tryin
This Emerald City don't feel like my home
I dream of a trailer in Bosler Wyoming
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
We could watch Flintstones and draw unemployment
As I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes
I picture you holdin your Harlequin novel
Gettin baked like a pot pie in the afternoon sun
While I fix the fan belt that goes to the engine
Of the '69 Pinto that don't never run
And dirty faced children come 10 come 20
The fruit of our loins and the tubes we ain't tied
They play in the street and they don't ask for money
Cause in Bosler Wyoming there ain't much to buy
I dream of a trailer in Bosler Wyoming
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
We can pitch horseshoes at stray cats on Sunday
As I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes
And the wind may blow, the rain may pitch
The TV may blare while the neighbors all b**ch
We'll have it made in the shade as we lay
on our hide away mattress that lives in the couch
I dream of a trailer in Bosler Wyoming
With tires on the roof dear and you by my side
We can have hot wings and Bourbon for breakfast
And I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes
I write you this letter from my lime green apartment
I pray you receive it before I am gone
It says I'm goin out west just as soon as I'm able
And I's kinda hoping you might come along