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Jimmy Day

from Three Pawn Shops by Eric Dahl

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Jimmy Day – He helped invent the pedal steel guitar and was one of its greatest players. His own pedal steel named “Blue Darlin” was known across Texas. When he was diagnosed with cancer, a raucous auction was held in his honor at Poodie’s in Spicewood. Willie Nelson’s tooled leather golf bag sold for a grand. A loaf of jalapeno bread went for forty bucks. The sheriff showed up with a stack of bills and dealt them like cards into the big glass tip jar. Johnny Bush was there and many others. Outside, Ernie Durawa cell phoned Jimmy at his hospital room in Houston. When he told him about the musicians and fans at the auction, Jimmy said, “At least I didn’t piss off everybody.”

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Jimmy Day

© 2021 by Eric Dahl

I first heard that sound on a small-town sidewalk
Where a jukebox poured music out the door of a café.
Hank Williams and Elvis, Patsy Cline and Willie
All wound some gold on the steel of Jimmy Day.

There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy,
A spice wind from the desert in the steel ringing true.
One murmur sweet goddess would do.
One murmur Blue Darlin from Jimmy Day and you.

I met him in a bar off a hill country highway,
People laughing and dancing, it was Ernie Durawa’s birthday.
Texas seems more real with a shot of pedal steel.
We were all thinking Jimmy would play and play.
Watched him on the stage as a woman leaned against me,
Moving her hips to the touch of his sweet hands.
His hair pushed back, he was smiling at us dancing.
Some things a player’s heart understands.

There’s a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy . . . .

If you drive out of these hills toward San Antonio,
There’s a honky tonk ruin boarded up and windblown.
Ghosts go there some nights under the shattered neon lights
For the music in the dust, for the words in broken stone.
It’s like a holy well in the dry grass and the cactus
Where the ache in your heart rings deeper and more pure.
You remember that sound from a small town jukebox,
And you know for a fact there is no cure.

Just a woman crying for her hard scrabble cowboy . . . .

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from Three Pawn Shops, released January 21, 2022

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Eric Dahl Seattle, Washington

His music ranges from acoustic neo-rockabilly to thoughtful and reflective with a voice somewhere between Johnny Cash and Lou Reed.

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