Kinky Friedman – Rapid City, South Dakota lyrics

Kinky Friedman - Rapid City, South Dakota

Just a ragged kid in overalls, he thumbed a ride one day
He told me, "Anywhere you're going's on my way."
But as we passed by Big Al's drive-in his eyes began to flash
He was leavin' Rapid City mighty fast

He said, "I hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that I
Wrote her
But the mail don't move so fast in Rapid City, South
Dakota. "

Well, he left her just a blanket of snow upon the farm
And that don't keep your conscience very warm
He said his friends were too durn country and his pa was too
Damn mean
And there weren't no money pumpin' gasoline

And her gentle eyes, the merchandise of dreams the peddler sold
Her
Who left her there alone in Rapid City, South Dakota

Now the reason he was goin', I ain't sure I could say
Might've been the rodeo in Santa Fé
"There's a doctor in Chicago, I know she'll be all right"
He told himself as he stared into the night

And he said, "I hope to God she finds the good-bye letter that
I wrote her
But the mail don't move so fast in Rapid City, South
Dakota. "

And all her people treatin' her just like they never knowed
Her
Lord, the winter's passin' slow in Rapid City, South Dakota