Sunstroke
(Helena, Montana, Summer, 1971)
I took a walk on grasshopper hill
Where the sun beats down on the rocks.
And the grasshoppers leapt as my feet rose and fell
Slow, in my boots and my socks.
I went to the store and I said to the man
"Do you, sir, sell sunflower seeds?"
He said that he did and how much did I want
So I told him "Enough for my needs"!
I stood by the highway and held out my hand
But the cars rushed on by just the same.
So I took out my gun and I shot down the sun
But the magistrate gave me the blame.
You see I did recover from my bruised heart! I was working in Idaho and Montana now and it was often heaven! I was in wonderful country and getting paid for it. One carefree morning, prospecting for fluorite there were all these grasshoppers. I just had to do a verse or two!