I'm now planning to sing this ditty at the coffeehouse Friday evening, and I've done some revising:

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! (CHO)

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

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

Bill stepped on the gas, and shifted gear,
And for miles around you could hear:
Drive on, Propane Bill! (CHO)

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! (CHO)

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

The Dead River Company is the real name of the company that delivers propane and oil to my mother. I couldn't leave that out, nor could I leave out Bill's wife a-waiting his return.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble