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Jack Andrews

from Goodbye by Scott Pinkmountain

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Here's the story of a man I once knew
A lonesome rider, but a friend so true.
As an outlaw and a rambler he gained his fame
With his guitar and his pistols, Jack Andrews was his name.

One day he rode into my little town
Talking about his travels, lord and how he'd been around.
He'd crossed the oceans and seen foreign skies.
You knew he wasn't lying by the look in his eyes.

Well Jack Andrews
You're living on the road.
Where you'll wind up
Nobody knows.

We got to talking and we came to see
What we had in common was the need to be free.
Women and music and drinking all night
Were the only things in this world that ever felt right.

We quick decided I'd join him on the road
So I packed my bags and I readied to go.
Kissed goodbye to mama, shook papa's hand
And we headed off to some unknown land.

Well Jack Andrews
I hold you to blame.
You came into my life
And it'll never be the same.

Well me and Jack Andrews rode off into the night
With seven gold coins and our guns at our side.
The minute we left papa's dusty old shack
I knew in my gut I would never go back.

We traveled high and we traveled low
And old Jack was known wherever we'd go.
His kindness and warmth opened many arms,
But his past as an outlaw threatened us with harm.

Old Jack Andrews
Your story's unknown
But I'll always be grateful
For the things that you've shown.
Late one night, I believe it was the fall,
We were in the middle of nowhere at all.
A crowd it did gather and demanded old Jack.
We drew our six guns and stood back to back.

I don't know who fired first
But the crowd was riled, for blood they were thirsting.
Me and Jack we never had a hope.
We had come to the end of our rope.

Oh Jack Andrews
A rambler at play
I don't regret
One single day.

As we were drowning in a pool of red blood
I turned and saw your eyes were a'flood.
You said you were sorry and you reached in your pocket,
You smiled as you offered me your old silver locket.

Oh Jack Andrews
A hero to me.
You came into my life
And you set me free.

Oh Jack Andrews
You lived by your code.
Were you wound up
Nobody knows.

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from Goodbye, released November 14, 2019

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Scott Pinkmountain (aka Scott Rosenberg) is an American musician and a writer. Over the past 20 years, he has recorded and performed extensively in the U.S. and Europe with many excellent musicians including Anthony Braxton, Jacopo Andreini, Gino Robair, Sam Coomes, Arrington Di Dionyso, Phil Minton, Jaap Blonk, Pauline Oliveros, Tim Daisy, Nate Wooley, and others. ... more

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