Trombone Gulch - Audience

Needing sleep and hot and dirty on I drove through Alberquerque

I had one eye on the mirror for the law

When I pulled in for some gasoline, six house from El Paso

Seemed New Mexico went on for evermore

I was talkin' to the pump man, and you should have seen him jump, man

When I told him I was heading for the Heights

He said, «Wait on 'til tomorrow 'cos a few miles from Socorro

Is a place you’ll never leave by light of night»

There’s only buzzards and lizards and ornerary critturs

You’ve run out of luck if you get stuck in Trombone Gulch

Well I laughed and left him standing, put a big tip in his hand

And drove on out ignoring all his shouts of thanks

But a few miles from Socorro I discovered to my horror

That his shouts had meant he hadn’t filled the tank

I knew I wasn’t beaten yet, I stumbled from the sedan

Cursing everyone from Satan up to God

And I pushed it to ledge and pushed it out across the edge

And knew the law would never see it from the road

And the dust came like a blizzard, I got bitten by a lizard

And I fell down into canyons all the time

But I kept the road beside me, 'cos I had to have it guide me

All the way to safety and the borderline

When the sun came up from sleepin' and the morning came in creeping

I could see a signpost just on up ahead

It said «Welcome to Socorro!

Did you like to ride our trombone?

It goes right around the valley on a bend!