Thursday, March 28, 2019

Big Don

Big Don
Big Don

Ev'ry mornin' at the mine you could see him arrive
He stood six foot two and weighed two forty five
Kinda broad at the shoulder and narrah at the hip
And everybody knew, ya didn't give no lip to Big Don
(Big Don, Big Don)
Big Bad Don
(Big Don)

Nobody seemed to know where Don called home
He just drifted into town and stayed all alone
He didn't think much, he shot from the hip
And if you spoke at all, you just said, "Hi" to Big Don

Somebody said he came from New Orleans
Where he got in a fight over a Cajun Queen
And a crashin' blow from a huge right hand
Sent a Arkansas Shyster to the Promised Land, Big Don
(Big Don, Big Don)
Big Bad Don
(Big Don)

Then came the day at the bottom of the mine
When a timber cracked and men started cryin'
Miners were prayin' and hearts beat fast
And everybody thought that they'd breathed their last, 'cept Don
Through the dust and the smoke of this man made hell
Walked a giant of a man that the miners knew well
Grabbed a saggin' timber, gave out with a groan
And like a giant Oak tree, he just stood there alone, Big Don
(Big Don, Big Don)
Big Bad Don
(Big Don)

And with all of his strength he gave a mighty shove
Then a miner yelled out, "There's a light up above"
And twenty men scrambled from a would-be grave
Now there's only one left down there to save, Big Don
With jacks and timbers they started back down
Then came that rumble way down in the ground
And then smoke and gas belched out of that mine
Everybody knew it was the end of the line for Big Don
(Big Don, Big Don)
Big Bad Don
(Big Don)

Now they never reopened that worthless pit
They just placed a marble stand in front of it
These few words are written on that stand
At the bottom of this mine lies a big, big man, Big Don

I am at mom and dad's today so you get drivel and scrapings.

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