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Sung to the Wellerman chanty

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From Willits town, we set our sights,
To Mendocino’s coastal lights,
On Highway 20, twist and turn,
With every mile, our engines burn.

Soon may the drivers come,
To blast through straight parts, having fun,
One day, when the road is done,
We’ll see the ocean’s glow.

The winding roads and towering trees,
The scent of conifers upon the breeze,
With every curve, our spirits rise,
Till one RV appears, surprise!

Soon may the drivers come,
To blast through straight parts, having fun,
One day, when the road is done,
We’ll see the ocean’s glow.

Oh, RV slow, we’re stuck behind,
No passing lane, no way to find,
A route around your creeping pace,
We’re yearning for an open space.

Soon may the drivers come,
To blast through straight parts, having fun,
One day, when the road is done,
We’ll see the ocean’s glow.

With hands on wheel and hearts in sync,
We dream of Fort Bragg’s coastal brink,
Yet stuck we are, at ten a crawl,
Behind this wall that won’t move at all.

Soon may the drivers come,
To blast through straight parts, having fun,
One day, when the road is done,
We’ll see the ocean’s glow.

But patience, friends, we’ll make it through,
To Mendocino’s skies so blue,
And when we park by ocean’s side,
We’ll laugh about that sluggish ride.

Soon may the drivers come,
To blast through straight parts, having fun,
One day, when the road is done,
We’ll see the ocean’s glow.

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Beneath the morning sun, I water blooms,
While hummingbirds dart through the gentle spray.
With wings of emerald and ruby hues,
They dance in light, as colors weave and play.

Their tiny bodies shimmer in the sun,
Each drop a jewel upon their feathered flight.
In garden’s peace, this vibrant scene begun,
As nature’s jewels bask in pure delight.