My Last Ride With Glenn Taylor, Gerry Hubbard

Last Ride With Glenn Taylor, Gerry Hubbard

My Last Ride With Glenn Taylor, Gerry Hubbard

Glen Taylor was a gorgeous kid and I’ve got a picture where
he’s standing with my brother Doug with big curls in his hair.
He grew up warm and kind and fun and I’m still pissed off today,

That he died of kidney failure cause his family couldn't pay.

He drove a Karmen Ghia in the last year of his life,
he was in his early twenties and about to take a wife.
I must have been on army leave when he took me for a ride
in that hot foreign convertible and we both damn nearly died.

We were driving on the fire roads in the hills behind Earl’s lake
when he said “I’ve never seen a curve this baby couldn’t take.
He drove that narrow gravel road at 80 miles per
then spun the wheel and tapped the brakes and broad slid thru the curve.

Then the dust and gravel flew, tag alders slapped the side
as he hit the gas and straightened out and kept on that wild ride.
He looked at me and flashed a grin, the devil in his eye,
and slyly chuckled as he said, “You think you want to try?”

His last words were “I’ve had it.” his brother Barry said,
as his family and his fiancé were gathered round his bed.
I think if he had had the chance to be with us today,
he’d be lot like Uncle Earle, I remember him that way.

As I remember all these folks in corny line and verse
“Being a lot like Uncle Earle?” You could do a whole lot worse.
So there you have it, it’s all done, a great kid’s come and gone,
that gorgeous boy with the great big curl, dead at 21.