Purple Haze
Purple haze
Came a purple haze one of those days,
Back home in Dirranbandi
Amongst the trees grey haze we see’s
Just the spirits walking grandly
If you please old Joe he see’s ,
a mate who was old Jack,
down at Dancy’s paddock,
the old cementry outback.
I know 40 of em in there,
They all would answer back,
They’d say that there is poor ole Johnson,
Is he in the red or black.
Beezly is in there somewhere,
“Don’t let Beasly bury me Jack,”
Said the note from Skipper Tracy,
On his death note, bullet whacked.
Suicide was common,
If ya fell out with the wife,
Load up the bloody 12 guage,
Send ya tonsils to paradise.
Ole Jock Woodwin struck the lords sign,
alas and alack,
We was hoeing some burrs,
When he dared the lord a fact!
“Strike me dead lord,” he laughed ,
But in looking back,
He fell out of the ole tilly
the wheels they crushed him flat.
Moral don’t tease the lord…
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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