Feb 2022
(was Black Jack Jim)
Ba-by
1
Sherriff's hands flew to his pistols
5
to find they'd changed to coffee crystals
4 1
His chubby fists filled with the hard caffeine
Black Jack Jim he had retired
from lifting cars to change the tires
But found himself there noon and on the scene
He came to town to face the music
Fines and summons filled his tunic
As he hit the courthouse late that morn
The whispers loud out on the street
as strangers, hushed, rushed to repeat
A zero patience sheriff'd just been born
Jack said man I’ll keep it down
That’s why I live so far from town
I’ll plant some trees to act as sonic screen
They sherriff said well that sounds fine
let's trade this coffee in for wine
and to your health a toast will sure be keen
@beat Feb 2022
This straight to the core in the Surrealist‘s Manifest. Automatic writing. At least that’s what I read. I might be all out of me mind…though.
@dugganensis Feb 2022
Fascinating lyrics. Makes me think of Shel Silverstein's country tunes.
@mrmadcarpenter Feb 2022
I can't be positive but this feels like an anthem about gentrification of the old west.