I followed down a wash <br />My boots a little too tight; <br />Winding up with a deicious peace <br />And an angry blister. <br /> <br />It was on a bombing range, <br />Yuam County, Arizona, <br />Where even as an American citizen <br />I was tagged, watched and ostrasized. <br /> <br />You know about the mountain lion <br />With which I locked eyes there; <br />The she scampered off into the barrens <br />Double-time. <br /> <br />Later, on the highway looking back, <br />That mountain exploded, <br />The lion vaporiized along with my trail:
