Name: Drifter
Duration: 3 min 34 s
Channel: blachura/blachura
Description: "Drifter" is a song by jim blachura. walking blues

Drifter

jim blachura

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walking blues

jim blachura

Alternative country contemporary christian pop/rock

When I was 22 a young lawyer took one of my songs and put it on the ‘B' side of his recording of Ave Maria. He invited me to watch the recording session at Criteria in Miami, Florida. Since that moment all I have ever wanted was to have my music recorded by professional musicians and sung by established artists. This truly is a monumental task as I do not perform live so I have recorded my own material as a means to get exposure and as a way for artists to be able to judge the “cover” worth of my songs. I am looking for a publishing deal. Contact Info: Jim Blachura C/O Stablesongs Phone: 336 995 0813 E Mail: saintlymanmusic@yahoo.com Saintly Man Music /ASCAP

Song Info

Genre

Blues • Acoustic Blues

Charts

Peak #14

Peak in subgenre #4

Author

blachura/blachura

Rights

2017 Stablesongs

Uploaded

April 09, 2017

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.1 MB • 160 kbps • 3:34

Story behind the song

my great grandmother and grandfather had a home in Angola New York (Buffalo) and there was a boxcar sitting on a railroad track across the street om their house...thus...a child's fantasy...

Lyrics

Boxcar in Angola hobos passing through
Mr and Mrs Ludlow looking through their window
To see if anyone's there to see if anyone knew
Where to come and get some dinner when their bellies get so thin
But a drifter never figures anyone will bake a pie and have him in
A drifter never figures anyone will bake a pie and have him in

That boxcar's been on the tracks now for six or seven weeks
Weather's turning sour the prospects seem so bleak
For someone passing through who hasn't got a clue
Or a place to go or a home to speak of
But a drifter never figures anyone will bake a pie and have him in (2)

Old man Ludlow's going out now locking all the doors at will
But Mrs Ludlow leaves the pies upon the window sill
In the kitchen where she bakes her many pies and cakes
In the hopes that some bum or two will get their fill
But a drifter never figures anyone will bake a pie and have him in (2)

But the drifters never figure anyone will bake a pie and have them in
Oh a drifter always figures to get high while drinking gin

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