Porta Potty Blues

[Verse] Woke up in the mornin', the sun was risin' high, Grabbed my truck keys and dog, we were headed down the line. Stopped by the fairgrounds for some biscuits and brew, But then that coffee hit me, you know what I had to do. [Verse 2] Saw that blue plastic outhouse, a beacon in the sun, Held my breath, crossed my fingers as I made my run. With my dog in the bed and my truck in full view, I faced that grimy challenger, what else could I do? [Chorus] Oh, the porta potty blues, you know it's true, In the middle of nowhere, and nowhere to go. Stuck in that plastic prison, feelin' so low, With my dog in my truck, and the porta potty blues. [Verse 3] The smell hit me harder than a freight train's horn, Sweat drippin' down, felt a bit forlorn. I tried to be quick but it seemed like hours, Lost in the echoes of my porcelain-less tower. [Verse 4] Got out, breathed the air, felt like a new man, Dog wagged his tail, for me he took a stand. Fired up my truck, my blues began to fade, As we drove off together, I was feelin' unafraid. [Guitar Solo] (Emotional, twangy, few bends and slides, pause, then picks up pace for a triumphant finish)