Me and Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed outta wiggins
And we'd just spent all night on the uphill side of 37 miles of hell called Wolf Crick Pass
Which is up on the Great Divide
And I says "Earl this hill could spill us you better slow down or your gonna kill us
Well Earl grabbed onto the shifter and he stabbed 'er into 5th gear
And then the chromium plated, fully illuminated, genuine ac-cessory shift knob came right off in his hand
I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on Earl?"
Everytime I hear "Me and Earl", I get a warm fuzzy feeling in my gut. It's something so special that my Dad does, there's none like it and it makes me proud. It also taught me a lesson a few years back.
As a kid I heard this over and over and each time I did, I had a mental image of this semi truck and all these...chickens. Now to me they weren't any ol' chickens, they were Peterbuilt Chickens. You see, when I heard the line in bold, "1948 Peterbuilt screamed to life, we woke up the chickens.", I understood that was a kind of chicken. Like there are Rainbow Trout and Sockeye Salmon for kinds of fish. I happily went on with this delusion until I met Corey.
You see, Corey was a truck driver too and one of his favorite Semi Trucks, is a Peterbuilt truck. When he was telling me the story of his truck accident he happened to mention that his truck was a Peterbuilt. I almost choked on my Booster juice... a what? He then explained to me what a Peterbuilt was and all of a sudden my world made sense.
See they look kinda similar, they're both yellow.....
Then I started to laugh, we were on our second date and here I was laughing like a hiena while we were driving down the road. You see, I had been thinking of going to a butcher to get a special cut of chicken to make a fancy dinner for Corey, and I thought I'd be so smart and ask for a Peterbuilt chicken...can you imagine what they would have thought? Instead of dinner ingredients I'd probably have received an all expenses paid trip to the local looney bin.
I couldn't wait to get home that night and call my dad - we shared a great laugh and it's only brought more special memories to that ditty. When he did it at our wedding we not only laughed because we were picturing those chickens going flying (imagine it, really. I dare you not to laugh...)but also because of my naivety. I learned what a Peterbuilt was that day and Corey learned that his wife may have a few more blond hairs than she lets on.