 Said to make a big plan to tear down the mighty sands. I was hauling feet back to Hilly Town. I saw the Bulldog East and I turned her around. That bridge got away because, buddy, I'm Vegas bound. I had a day chat hit somewhere east of Vegasville. I didn't need that piece slowing down my hauling wheels. And that old dog boss called my best horse. He could be when they don't see him. A trailer at the dock by three. But, buddy, he can't be helping the tables I'm calling in.