Thank you, Dakota Lyrics

It was cold that evening and the clock struck 10

Our pilgrimage to the cabin was ready to begin.

The white slopes kept us occupied for most of the day

Now, we were tired and hungry, with our destination more than an hour away.

We split into two parties, and drove through the snow

With not a plan for food: no cooking, no dine in, or to-go…

Though the steep, snowy roads were ominous and eerie,

Our journey began pleasant, with all passengers cheery.

And then – like a flash! Our cell service… disappeared

No access to food or the others – this is just what we feared…

The clock struck 11, our stomachs ached and growled

We were confined in the countryside in a snowstorm shroud.

At last, after ages, we received one service bar!

We began the search immediately – but the restaurants… were how far??

Fast food was extremely scarce in rural Tennessee

All the shops close early too, in the small economy.

The few stores that were open would close before we arrived.

Our hunger and our panic compounded – would we make it out alive?

Our hopes had run out. What were we to do..?

Until – exclaimed from the backseat, "Taco Bell! Drive-thru! Open. Til. 2!"

We expeditiously raced in a manic elation

Mountain City, Tennessee was our angelic destination!

The clock struck 12 as we entered the town

The first street light we saw in hours – but was there food around?

For what two hours had felt like an icy, dark hell

Had ended as soon as we saw the shimmering… shining… (live más) Taco Bell!

We cried out for joy as we rounded the drive thru window

"Thank you for choosing Taco Bell" - "You're welcome!" I had to let him know.

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In seconds, a multitude of items were bought:

Quesadillas, tacos, wraps – it was a total onslaught.

After the frenzy of orders, we pulled up to pay

To this man in the window we had so much to say

We shared our plight and our quest to this one spot:

"We thank you, sir, for your service, we thank you… a lot."

Surely he thought we were on crack, but what does it matter?

He delivered our food and our sauce, and plenty of the latter.

We gathered our feast, and before I left I asked:

"What's your name?"

He responded pleasantly, "Dakota."

And instantly in our heart was a flame!

Dakota, Dakota, the nourisher of men!

Taco Bell provider and wonderful friend!

He did for us that night what no other restaurant could do.

So dearest Dakota: We thank you.