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Ballad of Frank Jacob

from Here's Another Fine Mess by Rick McLean

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I’ll tell you ‘bout a legend, Frank Jacob was his name
Everything he had acquired came from where his gun was aimed
Known across the country for a savagely sharp tongue
That would strike its prey with venom every time air left his lungs
It was 1897 when he met his great demise
He was livin’ as a wanted mug and droppin’ men like flies
Cornered in a liquor store by twenty from the state
He reluctantly accepted what would surely be his fate

The trial was a spectacle, the room filled wall to wall
People gathered from all over just to see the hero fall
Enemies and families and those he knew as friends
Sat together as his legacy came quickly to an end
The jury undisputedly condemned him to the chair
For the life he led of violence, theft, and merciless despair
Christian mothers hissed and jeered and cursed his name to hell
With the slamming of a gavel he was thrown into a cell

Well they brought a priest to Jacob to give him his final rites
When a flash of lightning broke the sky and shut out all the lights
The father cried out this can only be the devil’s work
And through the dark the saw that Frank had grown a wicked smirk
After they fed him his final meal of rice and beans
It had always been his favorite even when he had the means
They bound his hands in metal and removed him from his cage
Then declared the years he’d been on earth would be his final age

They dragged him outside for a cold execution
There was snow up to his knees and a gun up to his head
The power outage pardoned him of his electrocution
But it didn’t change the words that the verdict had read
Then they asked him if he had thought of any last words
He said save the diplomatic shit and put me in the dirt
Without further questioning they shut his eyes with lead
Then they bowed their heads in silence as the watched him while he bled

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from Here's Another Fine Mess, released September 9, 2017

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