10/26/09 11:42 pm - JawboneJawbone lived in a Nashville cemetery In a gazebo 'neath a tall oak tree Just a kind, calm hobo who liked to stay alone He'd never hurt a soul, blowin' on his saxophone Jawbone was born one night in a funeral home In graveyard walls, as a boy he'd roam Through the green, green grass of dead Tennessee He'd never hurt a soul -- not a soul he'd see What happened that October gets me shiverin' inside What was his name before he died? Jawbone met a man under a cold bone-moon With blood-dark skin and a big red spoon He smelled of tin, peppermint, and lies He wanted some soul -- what a surprise Jawbone helped him dance, playin' on his horn He blowed blue brass until the peek of morn "Hey, you've got soul" said the man who lied "Shame no one would hear it, once you had died" What happened that October let him blow forever more So sad, he lost what he was blowin' for Manifold old moons have flown o'er the Nashville sky But on a cold bone-moon you'll hear a tuneful cry 'Neath a tall oak tree in a ring of stones Plays a hollow hobo, only made of bones |