Artisan – Post 109 – The Ballad Of Jesse James

Artisan by Dan Joyce

©2016

Post 109

The Ballad Of Jesse James

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The Ballad of Jesse James

 

CHORDS: Verses C F C F G       CHORUS C F G

 

Suzy was and artist

Jimmy was a taxman

Jesse liked to live on the streets

Suzy played the guitar

Jimmy blue the mouth harp

Jesse could just wail our and sing

 

Everyone around us

Tipped the hat with dollars

Blew it all on women and drink

They talked about the feelings

The feeling that he gave us

Listening to Jesse sing

 

Jesse James is a homeless man

Lives on the street

Sings the blues like he knows you

You can hear it when Jesse sings

 

Jesse hopped a train

Early Sunday morning

On his way to Camarillo

Played with his band

In a concert in the park

Slept down by the bus depot

 

Picked up by the cops

For vagrancy in Irvine

Spent the night in county jail

In the holding cell

The police took his bag

No one came to make bail

 

Jesse James is a homeless man

Lives on the street

Sings the blues like he knows you

You can hear it when Jesse sings

 

Jesse was released

And put back on the streets

Did his best to find a job

Nowhere to go

With his dog named Bo

Singing to a stranger’s guitar

 

Jesse James is a homeless man

Lives on the street

Sings the blues like he knows you

You can hear it when Jesse sings

 

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Artisan – Post 108 – The Sad Mad Butterfly

Artisan by Dan Joyce

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Post 108

The Sad Mad Butterfly

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Sings a song the sad mad butterfly

Plays the world in wonderland

Drifts away in conversation

Changes time to lend a hand

 

I want to play with the sad mad butterfly

And hear her dance and wonder why

She floats about so long freely

And every day about to be

 

Do you know the sad mad butterfly?

Do you like her free spirit?

Much like days when we were young

Much like a song that’s never old

 

Do you like the sad mad butterfly?

Can you carry laughter?

Can you hear her tell her tales?

Of beauty and of wonder

 

I’m proud to know the sad mad butterfly

She’s not concerned with others

I’ve fondly grown of the butterfly

I wouldn’t catch another.

 

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