Propane Bill

Driving down Stone Bridge Lane,
Just see old Bill running propane –
Drive on, Propane Bill!

Chorus:
Propane Bill, Propane Bill,
He never shirked, and he never will –
Drive on, Propane Bill!

Now Bill he drove a Dead River truck;
When they name it that you sure need luck –
Drive on, Propane Bill!

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The wind was high, and it was pouring rain,
But there was Bill driving propane,
Drive on, Propane Bill!

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There was downed power lines up ahead,
Bill hoped them lines was safely dead –
Drive on, Propane Bill!

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Bill stepped on the gas, and shifted gear,
And for miles around you could hear –
Drive on, Propane Bill!

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Now Bill's in Heaven with the angel band,
There's a ten-foot crater where he'd left the land –
Drive on, Propane Bill!

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Now Bill had a wife all dressed in blue,
She was heard to say, "My Bill's overdue!"
Drive on, Propane Bill!

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The report from my family farm on Georgetown Island this morning (April 2007) from Mother, after the recent three-day nor'easter, was that a propane truck from Dead River managed to make it through her driveway safely to refill her back-up electrical generator tank. The driver must have been pretty bold, given the tangle of lines that I saw the day before across the driveway. The lines were probably dead, given the other lines that were already taken down by trees closer to the main road. But there's always some risk of running across downed electrical lines with a propane truck, I imagine. His successful feat, however, inspired this grim but humorous ditty, to the tune of "Railroad Bill."