One take (teensy edit) on my Wishnevsky 4-string octave mandolin (it was pretending to be an oud) with its chestnut top and 4 pound neck.
It is wicked hard to switch from 4/4 to 5/4 on the fly.
Lyrics
she’s my primary means of locomotion
just made for traveling out here
every now and then I get the notion
something’s wrong with some of her gear
my camel has 3 trustworthy legs
but the 4th one you never know
every time I climb up on her back
she skips a beat
and off we go
we’re always careful what we deliver
clocks and music boxes are a pain
disappointing both receiver and giver
they never keep good time again
chorus
forty years we’ve faced the wind and dust
a desert ship, historically
and every time I dare a bit of trust
she throws me metaphorically
3/4 time
my CAmel has THREE good LEGS
the FOURTH one COMES and GOES
someTIMES when I CLIMB on her BACK (hitch switch)
it kicks in again and really throws
me
it really throws me
5/4 outro