THE GRAY ENGINEER


| January/February 1994



I was down on the docks
Just spending my time,
Out of a job and not
Making a dime,

When up steps a man, and
He says, 'I suppose
You're an engineer,
By the looks of your clothes.'

Well, he guesses me right
Or I'm a son of a gun.
'Do you happen to have any
Tough ones to run?'

He says he has one that's
A tough one to start
And she won't turn over
'Til you take her apart.

He says his old engine
Hasn't ever run right
He's cranked her all day,
And he's cranked her all night.

I got all excited and
Ask what he pays
To fix his old donkey
For the rest of her days.