Chuck Picklesimer, "Jimmy Locke and Black Jack"
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Chuck Picklesimer sings his original song, "Jimmy Locke and Black Jack".
copyright 2008 chuck picklesimer
The Eagles Nest was a bar in southern West Virginia. It sat on top Big Mountain
All alone. The men who hung out there wore biker boots and bright tattoos.
Some women wore sharp skinning knives and ear rings made of bone.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack robbed a bank in West Virginia.
They drove away with money and their guns.
They never shot a teller or a witness or a cop
But they still believed that robbing banks was fun.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack robbed a bank in West Virginia.
Made their getaway on fancy wheels.
Drove one hundred miles on winding county highways,
To the top of Big Mountain and lone tavern in the hills.
Where a draft was a dollar and a hoot and a holler,
a fight was the plight of mountain men.
Where Jimmy Locke and Black Jack on that Saturday night
Felt a shiver as they entered to bad business within.
There were bikers at the bar and high hoopies* at the tables.
A monkey guarding tokens in a jar.
A funky poker game where the anti of last hand
Was two bits and a pink slip and the keys to your car.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack pokerd good til Black Jack tried
To deal himself two aces from the bottom.
five red necks high on home grown pulled five pistols and they shot em,
some kinda fine bank robbers kinda died.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack share a grave in West Virginia.
Two partners with a history of crime,
In a hole in the woods, buried deep without their goods
In a gully where the sun never shines.
*Hoppie .slang term for natives of West Virginia, usually referring to those from the southern parts of the state. In the early years, there was a lot of river traffic of food and other goods via river boats and barges. Cottage industries sprung up along the river to build wooden casks and barrels to store said goods. The craftsmen who fabricated the iron hoops for the barrels where known as hoopers. Often local children would obtain and play with those hoops, rolling them quickly by use of a short, forked stick. Hoopers eventually became hoopies. To some it is a derogatory term, often prefixed by dumb ole as in that dumb ole hoopie. However, I like a lot of hoopies and actually, I are one.
copyright 2008 chuck picklesimer
The Eagles Nest was a bar in southern West Virginia. It sat on top Big Mountain
All alone. The men who hung out there wore biker boots and bright tattoos.
Some women wore sharp skinning knives and ear rings made of bone.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack robbed a bank in West Virginia.
They drove away with money and their guns.
They never shot a teller or a witness or a cop
But they still believed that robbing banks was fun.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack robbed a bank in West Virginia.
Made their getaway on fancy wheels.
Drove one hundred miles on winding county highways,
To the top of Big Mountain and lone tavern in the hills.
Where a draft was a dollar and a hoot and a holler,
a fight was the plight of mountain men.
Where Jimmy Locke and Black Jack on that Saturday night
Felt a shiver as they entered to bad business within.
There were bikers at the bar and high hoopies* at the tables.
A monkey guarding tokens in a jar.
A funky poker game where the anti of last hand
Was two bits and a pink slip and the keys to your car.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack pokerd good til Black Jack tried
To deal himself two aces from the bottom.
five red necks high on home grown pulled five pistols and they shot em,
some kinda fine bank robbers kinda died.
Jimmy Locke and Black Jack share a grave in West Virginia.
Two partners with a history of crime,
In a hole in the woods, buried deep without their goods
In a gully where the sun never shines.
*Hoppie .slang term for natives of West Virginia, usually referring to those from the southern parts of the state. In the early years, there was a lot of river traffic of food and other goods via river boats and barges. Cottage industries sprung up along the river to build wooden casks and barrels to store said goods. The craftsmen who fabricated the iron hoops for the barrels where known as hoopers. Often local children would obtain and play with those hoops, rolling them quickly by use of a short, forked stick. Hoopers eventually became hoopies. To some it is a derogatory term, often prefixed by dumb ole as in that dumb ole hoopie. However, I like a lot of hoopies and actually, I are one.
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