SPACE TRUCKING
By
Chief Swift Eagle

I sat in Space City a little while back
And a smile came over my face.
I thought, sitting there as I looked about,
What a beautiful place!

I patted my dog and I went to bed
And started to dream with delight
Of boarding my great big old rocket ship
And flying toward the moon that night.

I blasted off and as I cleared the pad
A quiver went down my spine.
Goose bumps covered my suited flesh
My ears heard the engines whine.

I pressed on the throttle, angled the shield
And cinched up the belt at my hip.
I leaned back in my bucket and looked out the window.
And thought to myself - What a trip!

I passed up a comet - medium size,
High-balling its way through space.
I flipped a few switches - dropped my new hammer
I'd give that snowball a race.

We'd swing around old Sol and light up the sky.
We both spread our tails far and wide.
We cut inside Mercury, flew on passed Venus
And watched Terra Firma glide by.

Meteor shower!! - I'm not afraid.
Old Betsy and I are like one.
Not even a ding - we've come through all right.
I'm a Space Trucking son of a gun.

I remember the Lord said,
"Come follow me." And that I'm willing to do.
The Lord and I are in Heaven tonight.
The Lord is Space Trucking too.

I passed twelve Space Cities well placed in the night,
With 12,000 people in each.
The best of Mankind reached for the Stars
And found the Stars within reach.

All those high flying people
Told their Earthly possessions good-bye.
And with smiles they too are Space Trucking,
Space Trucking, across the sky.

I remember the Lord said,
"Come follow me." and that I'm willing to do.
The Lord and I are in heaven tonight.
Won't you come Space Trucking too?

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