The Bullet Proof Of Youth

The Bullet Proof Of Youth

The bullet proof of youth didn’t mix with our ego

As we raced to the lake on that winding canyon road

It was a place where adrenaline tempted fate

Where bets were made and wagers paid

As we tried to impress the opposite sex for sex

 In hotrod Mustangs, Camaros and Corvettes

 The bullet proof of youth didn’t mix with our ego

 As we raced to the lake on that winding canyon Road

Each summer a few crashed through the guardrail

On that narrow road dividing heaven from hell

 But our need for speed was an addiction

 So we couldn’t resist the temptation

 The bullet proof of youth didn’t mix with our ego

 As we raced to the lake on that winding canyon road

The Devil whispered rod it, put your foot in it

 Your bulletproof, don’t be a chicken shit

Have another beer and a shot of whiskey

You’ll lose the race if you’re a pussy

One day I wrapped my Mustang around a tree

 Steve died and I ruptured my liver and spleen

Now I’m 60 something driving up the Canyon Road

 Tourists giving me the finger because I’m driving slow

As I’m looking for ghosts and my lost ego

Bulletproof of Youth
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy