It works for me
I’ve been bent and bruised and broken
And flat busted once or twice
I brought most of it upon myself
But I never compromised
My pride’s too hard to swallow
So I’ve chewed a lot of it
Mild-mannered and soft-hearted
And hard-headed as you get
I live out on the backroads
Where I walk my country mile
And if it’s so good in the city
Why don’t anybody smile?
The traffic’s always heavy
And the air ain’t fit to breathe
I ain’t saying that it’s wrong for you
It just don’t make sense to me
Toby Keith
This is # 42 of our Eat My Dust Series. These geocaches are all dedicated to the dusty backroads of America that people usually don't take the time to travel anymore. Often missing out on some great sights! This is a camoed container with a log and room for a few tiny trades. BYOP! Happy Hunting!!
Macbusters