As I write you this letter from my downtown apartment,
I pray you receive it before I am gone,
‘Cause I’m going out West just as soon as I’m able,
And I’s kind of hopin’ you might come along.
There’s somethin’ is callin’ me when I am sleepin’,
Or locked in the bathroom at worked gettin’ stoned,
Tells me I’m lonesome and hard as I’m tryin’,
This Emerald City don’t feel like my home.
And I dream of a trailer in Bosler, Wyoming,
With tires on the roof, dear, and you by my side,
We could watch Flinstones and draw unemployment,
Yes, I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes.
Well I picture you holding your Harlecan novel,
Gettin’ baked like a pot pie in the afternoon sun,
While I fix the band that goes to the engine
Of the ’69 Pinto that don’t ever run.
And dirty faced children come 10, come 20,
The fruit of our loins and tubes we ain’t tied,
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 have hot wings and bourbon for breakfast,
Yes, I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes.
And the wind may blow, the rain may pitch,
The t.v. may blare while the neighbors all bitch,
But we’ll have it made in the shade as we lay on
The hideaway mattress that lives in the couch.
And 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,
Yeah, we can watch Flinstones and draw unemployment,
Ah, we can have hotwings and bourbon for breakfast,
Yes, I dream of Bosler when I close my eyes.
Well, I write you this letter from my downtown apartment,
Pray you receive it before I am gone,
Says I’m going out West just as soon as I’m able,
And I’s kind of hopin’ you might come along.
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Lyrics submitted by Vicki Hicks.