nine days in turlock
spent nine days in turlock oncea most unpleasant town
redolent of grass that's spent
it's time inside of cows
and let's not forget the motel eight
where hookers do abound
hanging from their doorways
in slinky little gowns
a little girl with ribboned hair
would show up on her bike
to ply her trade, a flesh brigade
a most disturbing sight
but the truckers seemed to like it fine
spent nine days in turlock once
training the latest new hire
splitting my commissions with
this unrepentant liar
the highlight of the trip no doubt
was on the fateful day
I sat inside a clients house
and asked how he earned his pay
when he said that he milked steers
I did not know what to say (would you?)
nine days stuck in turlock
with the trainee and the whores
men "milking" steers, while truckers cheered
for beribboned, jail-bait score
manure a persistent foul smell
is it really any wonder that
I called it my prelude to hell?
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