Willie Ameere's Drive

WILLIE AMEERE’S DRIVE

 

Hey, my friends, come over and hear

‘Bout the reckless drive of Willie Ameere.

It happened back in the year of ‘fifty-seven,

Late on a hot July night, nearing eleven.

Do you recall what happened that year?

 

He warned his gang, “If the police come

Here lookin’ for me sometime tonight.

Swallow your tongue and play-act dumb,

And try to confuse them until daylight.

Send one here, and another send there.

Tell them anything the traffic will bear.

Meanwhile, I’m fleeing in fear and rage

Through every countryside village

Trying to escape from the law’s long arm.”

 

On through the night drove Willie Ameere,

Tearing the night apart in fear and rage,

On through every countryside village

Yelling a cry of defiance edged in fear.

Noise in the darkness. Accelerator to the floor,

And a rumbling muffler that’ll echo evermore,

Then bore on that night’s wind of the past,

Through darkened streets to death at last,

He drove to sound and smoke and fire.

 

The people still waken and listen to hear

The hurried wheels of that harried car

And the death choked cry of Willie Ameere.