"the pale rider"

i gonna try to tell this story as quick and as accurate a i can possibly remember,

friday night jan 20,
i have no gig,
so i'm chillin at the house,
the phone rings,
it's jacob hooker, it's his first night off after 12 straight (12-12's, that means 12 hours a day for 12 days straight)
says he just got his old truck running, and wants to know if i want to go for a spin,

so i check with boss, the boss says it's cool,

hooker shows up about 7,
brings an old jam box in the house and fills it up with new batteries, tells me to get some tunes, so i grab a fred eaglesmith cd and we split,

the pale rider is a 1982, white, short wide, chevy, that belonged to the late justin hooker, (jacobs dad)

inside the pale rider is a case of natural light and a 5th of kd, and a guitar, things not needed for a short spin

so we start riding these old country roads out around my house, which i might add can go forever, and all of the sudden we pass an unmarked police car, you know the white crown victoria with the big lights on the mirrors, and the lights in the grill, and the black walls out,

so after we round a corner, hooker stands on it, trying to put some space between them and us, sliding all over the gravel road, i'm holding the jam box so it won't skip, fred's singing spookin the horses, i'm scared shitless, hooker says "if you can ride it, i can guide it" then ...boom

back left tire,

now this happened close to deport, and that's hooker's old stomping grounds, so he makes one call and we get a 4 way, at least we had a spare in the pale rider

short time,
back on the road,

hooker says he knows where a little picking party is in minter, so there we go, it was a very cool old barn, and i knew a lot of the players, and those that i didn't know, knew my dad, and one said he used to come to my house when i was a kid and jam with my dad...he said they always sent me to bed

well we finally get away, and hooker says he wants to buy me some grub, it's already midnight, so i thought to myself ( how mad will another 30 minutes make her?) so we go towards the allnight cafe in paris

now the bellys full and we head back to my house, cruisin down the road and...boom

back right tire blows,

then i see a highway patrol crossing the street right in front of us, we were trying to make it to the nearest gas station on the rim, and we did, but when i told hooker to be cool because there was a highway patrol, the truck jerks a little and the passenger side mirror clips a mail box,
i'm still holding the jam box,

we make the station, call wesely joe, he arrives about an hour later, i arrive home about 3 am

damn it hooker

6th street bar and grill tonight
ft. worth tx

come on out
we gonna be there

mo