It was chance that we stopped Where we stopped When we stopped.
People last night Said it was fate But I know it was an accident.
Like driving down a back road Going through a ghost town You think to yourself This is the way it used to be It's so clear here that I can see myself Like I was in a stream and all I've gotta do now is...
You never forget that place It's a perfectly shaped moment in time and space A vision of a future that will never be You know it even as you dream it We can renovate one of these store fronts And move out here.
Of course you know you never will The vision has power because it answers a need Some people find what they need in the darkness Some people are transfixed by lights We checked in and we'll check out All the deer has to do is blink.
I had a permit to build a Beauty Salon At 2401 Munger Street Beauty Salons went out of style Many closed down I had a better idea Which came to me in words The Orange Show.
I will build a concrete house In the Land of Opportunity Bringing ideas from Florida.
Clockman knows how to live a Hundred Years And still be spry.
To build this Show You'd have to be born in the Steam Age On some river like the Chattahoochee Near Fort Gaines Georgia like I was.
You'd have to know about the Control of Steam Few men have such Knowledge All of them that do are dead.
As I ran into things I just bought it I bought bought bought I bought it on the spot If you don't it's gone You have to buy it and store it up You can't wait until the last minute On this kind of a thing.
Wise Owl says Eat Oranges And Live.
I worked worked and worked I sweated enough to float a canoe For two years I was completely lost I knew I had a good idea I began to make a pattern It grew and grew.
Now Without fear or hesitation I can say It is the Most Beautiful Show On Earth The Most Colorful Show On Earth The Most Unique Show On Earth.
There'll be miniature bales of cotton On the River Boat And a Colored Man Sitting on the bales of cotton Dolls y'understand? They'll fire the cannon at the Indians.
I've got a Monkey that runs by batteries He'll clap his hands I've got some Frogs that run by batteries We'll stop the boat Let folks watch the Frogs perform They're not real People will think they are They won't be able to tell the difference.
As new as the Moon As new as the Dome Stadium Admission only a Dollar Please bring exact change.
Come To The Orange Show and Vote Can you say the Orange Show Is the Most Beautiful Show On Earth? Is the Most Unique Show On Earth? Is the Most Colorful In Harmony Show On Earth? Is the 9th Wonder Of The World? That Jeff D. McKissack Who built the Orange Show All by himself Over a period of many years Is a CREATIVE, ARTISTIC BUILDING GENIUS?
Come To The Orange Show It's new It's great You'll love it!
If I'd have quit building this Show Anytime one of the neighbors didn't want it I wouldn't have had no courage If I didn't have any more courage Than that I'd shoot myself.
It takes courage to build a Show like this I was 65 years old Didn't have any money I saved it out of my salary Very few men 65 years old spend all that money On a Show.
I can't understand them myself Why they have to hate me like that.
The Orange Show is built like a fort Extra strong It's got to be that way Weak construction would make the orange look weak As a nutrient Strong construction makes it look strong.
I expect to take in a couple hundred thousand dollars a year Everybody in Houston's gonna want to see it Everybody in the United States is gonna want to see it Lots of Saturdays and Sundays I'll have a thousand people That cafeteria over there handles 3000 people a day I can handle that.
On the other side of every desert is Bay City Which sits at the end of the road At the farthest reach Of the last straining lunge forward Of an exhausted dream At the end of the line For every Free Citizen Of the Future Passive Conditional Where the irresistible westward urge Collides with the immovable Pacific object And loses We take our place at the end of that long checkout line As we wait for time to catch up.
Geography cannot lie We face the mirror We cross the desert The buzz of neon on the horizon Draws us through parched heat As if it were Reno Nevada itself Sucking on the long straight straw Of that great lost highway US 50.
After the test After the epiphany After the vision the revelation and the satori The end of the road is And always has been Bay City Where all travelers must come to a Separate Peace Or be swallowed up.