Tennessee & side of the road abandoned amusement parks,
before the tourist hell hole I like to call Pigeon Forge.
You know,
Mock titanic ships,
upside down haunted houses,
Giant gorilla's scaling crooked towers with beaming red eyes.
I still think about this burnt red whip,
but I doubt even the finest elbow grease of all my mechanic-man friends could get it's engine up and running.
What I was more interested in, was the rocket ship.
After 9 hours or so on flat highway cut with corn,
I would rather just dip out to the moon.
