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He's Gone Me and my uncle and Tennessee Jed, we were hanging on every word he said. From Franklin’s Tower his voice rang down, hear the Cumberland Blues echo round and around; and you know that dire wolf makes a sorrowful sound... Scarlet Begonias grew about his feet, his voice was sweeter than the candyman’s treat. Jack Straw was dancing with a young Stella Blue, Althea and Bertha danced with Jack too. He’s a friend of the devil and he’s walking through the morning dew. The eyes of the world watched Jerry sing his songs, made a little red rooster crow all night long. We heard lazy lightning and saw box of rain. He kept St. Steven from going insane; now he and Casey Jones ride the mystery train. Turn on your love-light might as well, might as well; riding that bucket all the way to hell. His birdsong’s calling cats under the stars. Samson and Delilah hid whisky in a jar; Jed my uncle and me followed him near and far... He sang in El Paso then the promised land, built Terrapin Station while playing in the band. He was always truckin despite a heavy load, forever walking a lazy river road. Knocking on heavens door sure makes a man cold. “I need a miracle” people used to say, just to hear him singing or maybe watch him play. It’s hard to handle the cold rain and snow, his Shakedown Street is the only place to go. Brown eyed women make Uncle John’s Band play slow. The estimated prophet set a lost sailor free, from a broken-down palace he spoke of liberty, and how a ripple is always like the wheel; and forever driven by Cowboy Neal. Aint it funny how good his music made the people feel... He knew your rider was standing on the moon, when push comes to shoving it seems he died too soon. They loved each other while the race was on, but that touch of gray was getting close to gone. His song and his memory are living on and on and on. |
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I still miss him, do you?
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