Ol Jacob R Mcgee

Jacob R. McGee© “Jake” was what they called him with respectfulness and awe Ever’ since he came up here from down in Arkansas Never was a bully who’d confront our family Cause my Dad, was the big and bad Ol’ Jacob R. McGee Theres’ stories told about him right up unto this day Like when, with just one hand, he picked up a Chevrolet Or the one about his knockin’ out ol’ Jerry Mason’s bull But the story ‘bout Jack Savage - now that’s a big earful. Ol’ Jack Savage was a nasty man, that no one would deny With many scars upon his face and with evil in his eye But “Nasty Jack” met a diamondback all people did agree When he crossed the path and aftermath of Jacob R. McGee No one knows just why they fought that August afternoon But Jack lies in the ground within a coffinized cocoon. And the face of ol’ Jack Savage it went unrecognized It was ol’ Jacks’ scarred-up face that Jake had pulverized All Jacks’ ribs were broken, and both his arms were too The undertaker said ol’ Jack’s neck was twisted and askew The man who’d done the damage, and walked from the melee People say it was my Dad, ol’ Jacob R. McGee Jake passed on some years back and now there’s only me And no one knows I kicked Jake’s butt when I was fifty-three I knocked him down to the ground, then tied him to a tree So let me introduce myself: I’m Chainsaw R. McGee – ya’ want a piece of me?