Ballad of the Jackalope

Dusty front-porch blues groove driven by hand-played drums and earthy percussion, sitar droning on a low tonic with bent notes answering a breathy fife melody, Male vocals, story-telling and sly, almost spoken in the verses; chorus opens into a rough-hewn singalong with stomps and claps, Occasional sitar slides and fife fills weave between lines, ending on a long, shimmering drone that fades into soft brushwork on the snare, ballad, blues

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[Verse 1] Tracks in the clover Tiny hooves Gone by dawn Empty tin cup by the campfire Poker cards still warm Saw teeth marks in my lunch pail Cigarette gone from my coat Somebody laughed in the shadows Left me one bent coyote note [Chorus] Ballad of the Jackalope Rogue of the forest Running free One horn in the bramble One in the breeze Steals your bread and your dignity Ballad of the Jackalope If you blink You’ll miss the joke Raise your glass to the trick in the trees Rogue of the forest Jackalope [Verse 2] He’ll untie your mare in the moonlight Swap your compass for a stone Hang your boots from the high limb Where the owls all call him home Swear I heard spurs in the pine straw And a laugh with a whistle in between Left a wildflower in my holster Where the bullets used to be [Chorus] Ballad of the Jackalope Rogue of the forest Running free One horn in the bramble One in the breeze Steals your bread and your dignity Ballad of the Jackalope If you blink You’ll miss the joke Raise your glass to the trick in the trees Rogue of the forest Jackalope [Bridge] Maybe he’s a widow’s tall tale Maybe he’s the drink in my cup (oh yeah) But the woods lean in when I whisper his name And the wind just answers “Good luck” [Chorus] Ballad of the Jackalope Rogue of the forest Running free One horn in the bramble One in the breeze Steals your bread and your dignity Ballad of the Jackalope If you blink You’ll miss the joke Sing it soft where the dark pines slope Rogue of the forest Jackalope

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