the terrible tale of jimmy jacobson
a murder ballad using only two strings (one on bass, one on guitar)
a purple sunset on the way in tonight
old jimmy jacobson came in for a bite
placed his order and got a good deal
i asked him if he’d like a serve of fries with his meal
“no thanks,” he told me and pulled out a gun
“i’m sick of fries,” he confided to me
“last time i ate them i was in tennessee”
like in a movie he fired from his hip
two shots rang out – ben collapsed on the chips
with two gaping holes in the back of his skull
a lady somewhere gave a terrible shriek
jimmy whirled as if he’d practised all week
her scream turned into something more of a glug
seemed like she was choking on a .38 slug
her daughter beside her got one in the arm
old jimmy grabbed his food and turned to the door
made his way around the blood on the floor
the other patrons avoided his gaze
david took his phone out and got shot in the face
the customers sighed in relief once he’d gone
outside a man wished him a wonderful night
jimmy thanked him and murdered his wife
unwrapped his burger and started to eat
the sunset watched him fall down by the side of the street
choked on the pickle he didn’t take out
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fawm link: http://fawm.org/songs/17407/