Parking Lot Gringo Poem by Paul Henry Dallaire

Last year June 2007 I left Ottawa and travelled in my Motor home through Quebec and Ontario. I found many resemblances in the places where I went and experienced a little bit of nostalgia in Cornwall Ontario and Chicoutimi Quebec. I mean every town looks the same and there's no better place to be in the summer than Canada.

Parking lot Gringo

I gave my notice at the place where I live
Gotta be something better than living like this
So I said good-bye to the life I once knew
With an old camper truck and new how do you do's

Now I'm heading out to the big rodeo
Where my backyard's the world and my windshield the road
With my old Martin guitar and a few dollar bills
A new take on my pension gives me a new thrill

Chorus:
I'm a parking lot gringo I live where I'm at
If I don't like my neighbors I just step on the gas
A gypsy they say cause I don't fit in
I keep my nose to the grinder and my back to the wind

Verse;
No rent and no hydro no phone bills to pay
Good-bye to the mice I said 'have a nice day'
Then gave my adieus to the girls at Tim Hortons
Don't cry for me I'm just a stone that's a rollin

I'm a modern day Hobo in a boxcar with class
My wheels are all rubber don't need railroad tracks
My outhouse is inside and it's great I love beans
I got propane to heat me and it's lovin machine

Now I'm the Pied Piper conducting the band
The lamplighter to light the night in the land
My credentials are countless and you oughta know
I'm a long list of hobos and kings of the road

Now the North snow blows cold and soon it will snow
Gotta head out to Florida and get this show on the road
But one thing's for certain when I get to where I'm at
i'll find me a spot where me 'n my old truck can squat

Paul Henry Dallaire
Paul Henry Pub.
SOCAN

U.S. Rep: ASCAP