in which we explore “twisted roots & cast-iron croonin’,” raucous
song by ANDY DINSMOOR (lead guitar), BOB ERNST (blues harp,
percussion) & G. P. SKRATZ (rhythm guitar). For what we’re up
to now, in the wake of Andy’s move to Connecticut in 2007, visit
the “regular” SMOOTH TOAD page right here in the cozy Arundo
Salon or buckle up & zip off to www.myspace.com/smoothtoad.
Andy remains with the group as “Toad Emeritus,” continues to write
songs with the current configuration, & will one day return to play with
us as well!
jimmy coe shot a man down in florida,
summer of 1865.
a slip of the trigger, & the deed was done--
poor jimmy didn't really know why:
he mumbled somethin about a vague insult
then slipped under the county line.
chorus:
jimmy coe's on the run
with nothin’ but a rusty gun.
jimmy coe's on the run
with nothin’ but a rusty gun.
well, he ran by night, & he slept by day,
across what was massive wilderness.
he rode shotgun on a stagecoach
to get himself further west.
he wound up in oregon’s rogue river valley,
more dead than alive
chorus
well, ya never seen him, but he always seen you
especially what you left behind
people began calling him the “raccoon man”
cuz he would always steal ya blind
till he threatened someone with that useless gun
& like that, his life was done.
chorus
if there’s a moral to this tale,
& i’m here to say there is,
keep in mind there’s a ratio
between taking & what gives,
& stop runnin away from yourself
before your life is through
& don’t ever let them insults get the best of you.
chorus
Hear this piece performed (from the CD, In Shape for the Inevitable):
gonna go down to the pawnshop
gonna go hock my old tshaynik**
gonna buy me a stratocaster
though they say i'm an old passe-nik
chorus:
i'm an alter kocker rocker
& i don't really care
i'm an alter kocker rocker,
gonna rock that rockin chair
don’t need no whiskey, don’t need no pot
here comes a senior moment
gonna hit the road, gonna sell this song
just like willie loman
chorus
i been playin this SHIT since before you were born
so drop yr scorn & listen & learn
gonna make it loud, let the feedback ring
cuz i can hardly hear a thing
chorus
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* alter kocker, Yiddish for “old” (alter) “fart” (kocker).
** cf Born to Kvetch by Michael Wex (St. Martin’s Press, NY, 2005--
pp.37-39)
Hear this piece performed (from the CD, In Shape for the Inevitable):