Sung to the tune of ‘Ghost Riders in the Sky:’ Riding the ridges on a dark and stormy night, I pray I make it home before my tires sink out of sight The restless wheel is shaking me. My frame is mighty low. Not only that, I can’t believe It’s now starting to snow. Yippee i ay! Yippee I oh No wifi … no triple A … no tow!
Dandy Bro
Plainfield