I'm pretty sure I was about 5 when I first heard this song. If I heard it before then I was
too young to notice. At 13 I tried to make my dad (who was
divorced from my mother by then) guilty by playing it over and over while at his house. If it had any effect I never noticed. He's
a tough fucker. Still, this song is a phenomenal example of the writing skills of
Chapin. He was so very
blue collar. So very much one of the folk. So much so that he killed himself
driving too damn fast down a winding road. I've driven too damn fast down a winding road before. Made it this far, but
my time will come.
I have a dog now. I don't spend much time with him. Got shit to do. Some day I'll have more
time and
money and I'll buy he and I a big ranch and we'll play all day.
"
you know we'll have a good time then."