One of two songs in my catalogue devoted to Jimmy Longneck, an American draft dodger who picked me up hitch-hiking on my way back to the West Coast during my eighteenth summer. This song only skims the surface of the two weeks he spent hanging out with myself, my bandmates and my friends before circumstances forced him to make his way back to Bethlehem, PA. I've tried to give this song the structure and feel of what was happening on the AM radio stations when I was riding shotgun with Jimmy. Things might have turned out differently if Lolly and I had not introduced him to Cindy, our local sex and drug queen. Enough said ...
Old playmates don’t keep in touch
New playthings, he don’t like them as much
But there’s Cindy, she’ll show him some fun
If he calls…so he called
So Jimmy Longneck jumped in his car
With a rap sheet as long as your arm
Grabbed Cindy, her cash and her stash
And was gone, he were gone
I know nothing
I saw nothing
I heard nothing – not a thing
She went missing for weeks on end
We all searched for Cindy, and then….
They found her in some woods by a stream
Dead as stone, overdose
Got a postcard three months ago
It holds a secret only I know
Cheap soft-shoe, he dog me around
Every day, still I say ...
from Slouching Towards Bethlehem,
released December 1, 2008
RJ: LEAD & BACKING VOCALS, ACOUSTIC & ELECTRIC GUITARS & BASS GUITAR
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