I read today that they're tearing the old Juke Joint down.
Been way too long since I cut a rug there.
First walked through that door back in '31
Wasn't long after Notre Dame lost Knute Rockne in that plane crash.
I was just a regular Joe back then, fresh outta college.
Finished my ticket as an architect inspired by Frank Lloyd Wright.
Was lookin’ to expand my life skills before I set myself to workin'.
The sounds comin' outta that place was really somethin' back then.
Had this canary on stage and man could she sing. Had a set of pins that went all the way to heaven.
Rumour was that Fat Tony got her in the door. But I tells ya this was no clip joint.
In all my days there I aint ever seen no Tommy gun and never no gangsters.
but that never stopped no rumours. Accordin' to all those ready to spill the beans
to anyone dumb enough to listen she was a gangster’s moll.
We never believed 'em of course, would just let 'em ramble an' shake our heads.
Then there was some of that negro swing, man those cats could play.
Had that joint jumpin' in no time.
Although we still had 2 years 'til the government got wise and ended prohibition.
Jimmy behind the bar could get me some of
that good ole Canadian stuff for a Lincoln cross his palm.
This was not rotgut either or any of that Yankee moonshine.
This was swell stuff. Jimmy usually saved some of it for his regulars after closin’ the doors.
Just a way to shoot the breeze and enjoy the company of a chosen few.
Not sure if Old Lester the local copper knew bout’ it,
I suspect he did, but was willin’ to turn a blind eye as we was no trouble.
Never got the chance to ask ole Jimmy and no chance now.
Poor Jimmy bought it in France back in '44. He was the first of us to go, poor Jimmy.
And Lester well I guess he just retired and faded away as old memories do.
The old Juke Joint needed a good lick of paint and well some new chairs would've dolled the place up a bit.
Still she was a second home for a good many years.
I wish I could have 20 years back on me time now, so I could go say goodbye, but in the end it’s best I can't.
Would only break my heart and I cherish the memories I have of the way we was back then.