Willie’s Contraband (No Jane No Pain) Blues
by Lefty Farkleberry
Willie was a-rollin’’long out from El Paso
down some dusty country track.
Honeysuckle, she was tuned and hummin’,
he had some ditch weed in his sack.
The Border Guards, a-swoopin’ hard they came
with dogs and laws in hand,
Politely asked, what on earth’s that smell,
Could they search for contraband?
Next time he visits Hudspeth County,
There’ll be no giggle-grass.
Stayin’: neat ’n’ tidy ’long the course,
Straight-arrow, he’ll drive past.
That’s how Nelson came upon this gentle township,
To plea his case before the Judge.
She’d said: Here, there ain’t no ‘j’ in Justice,
No ‘Texas tea,’ or doin’‘doobage.’
Turns out the Prosecutin’ man was fair enough
enforcing Texas rule—
seems C.R. had an ear for music,
Liked his strummin’ country school.
Again, Willie’d see the open road—
ashamed—yes, lighter monetarily,
Just one hundred bucks and one quick verse—
such Texas hospitality.
……Hoped, Hudspeth would enjoy,
“Blue Eyes…in the Rain”—
“Trigger” thought that was inspired—and
they’d accept his check writ on a Zig-Zag,
Wheat-straw papers yet un-fired.
Next time Willie visits Hudspeth,
He won’t be holdin’ any, jane—
‘cause the County’s strict con-sider-ation
Won’t be so ea-sil-y detained……
Willie, know what they say?—no jane no pain.
from: Vol. II
Wrasslin’ Bear Cubs……
copyright 2011
Canyon Wren Press