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Singin' Sam Agins - Rambler's Notebook

Soft Cover $10.00

2006

Singin' Sam Agins - Ramblers Notebook

Best known as a cowboy folksinger and poet, Singin' Sam Agins dedicated his life to the preservation of the songs, stories, humor, poetry, and crafts that define the cowboy and the American West.

Singin' Sam Agins celebrated the common folk in the songs he wrote, collected and performed, and in the stories he told during the half-century he toured throughout the American West. And after logging well over a million miles, by horseback, burro, pickup truck, and a varied assortment of automobiles, entertaining people and collecting material along the way, Singin' Sam Agins could truly feel the pulse of real Western Americana music and culture. An inspiration for all who came in contact with him, Singin' Sam's life was truly an amazing and inspirational one!

Many of his poems were written on the road influenced by those he met.

COFFEE LATER

You wake up in the morning.
Your stomach has been resting.
You stagger into the restaurant,
To start the day digesting.

You smile at the waitress sweetly.
Tell her, "O.J., sweet roll and coffee, later."
Robot-like, she reaches for the Coffee Pot, and
You contemplate reminding her . . .
But, she looks too much like an Alligator

Chorus

So you take your coffee, when you get it.
Even though you like it last.
Some bring it right quick, like.
Some are only Half Assed.

They might forget what else you ordered,
Like your order for hash browned potaters,
But first they reach for the Coffee Pot,
Whether you want it now or later.

By the time I got around to writing this classic Trucker's song, Trucker's songs had been overdone and I failed to have an all-time hit, with all the fame and future that goes with it. It's kind of a shame because it is a true story told to me by a driver named Ob, from North Carolina, one frigid morning at a truck stop cafe at 4 a.m. in Kingman, Arizona.

SLEEPER QUEEN

Sleeper Queen, Sleeper Queen,
She came knockin' at the door near Abilene.
Her hair was yellow, and her teeth were white.
She looked like an Angel, in that bright Arc light.

"Hey, Truck Drivin' Man, if you pay your dues,
    I'll make you a deal, you can't refuse.
Just turn that handle, and you'll get your kicks.
    I'm thirty-six, twenty-four, and thirty-six.
You ain't been nowhere or made the scene
    "Til you've had this Abilene Queen.

Sleeper Queen, Sleeper Queen,
She came knockin' at my door near Abilene.
Let me tell you, Boys, she was long and lean.
She was a free-wheelin' truckin' machine.

She climbed into the cab, took hold of my hand,
And we double clutched up to Lovin' Land.
Then we down shifted and I dozed out of sight,
And I slept like a baby all through the night.

Next thing I knew, Old Sol was up
And I reached for my Thermos to get me a cup.
I rolled on over to look at my Queen,
And ask her if she'd like some hot caffeine.

Her side of the sleeper was cold and bare.
I looked real hard, but she wasn't there.
My orbs got big, and I'll tell you what I seen.
Just a copy of Playboy magazine.

Sleeper Queen, Sleeper Queen.
She came knockin' at my door near Abilene.
Was she real? Or only a dream?
Or the Center Fold of that magazine?

I climbed down into the cab, slipped on my pants,
Fired the old Rig up, gave my Big Ben a glance.
I was four hours late to the K.C. Yards,
As I eased her out on the Boulevard.

Somehow or other, I wasn't sittin' just right.
Looked in my wallet. It was two Bills light.
I keyed my C.B. and broke, "twenty-one."
Found Smoky and his Polaroid at 201.

I flashed him on over and told him the scene,
'Bout her cuttin' out and my wallet bein' lean.
That Bear just grinned and said, "I know what you mean.
You've just be 'Had' by the Abilene Queen."

Softcover, 5.5 x 8.5, 112 pages, Photos, ISBN 1-931725-11-X - $10.00