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Jacket River    (1979)

I was passin' by the Winfield Hotel one Saturday night
Ringin' that ol' go-to-meetin' bell
When my ears picked up what sounded like the makin's of a fight
Comin' from the bar in the hotel

Just about that time the door swung wide and soaked in beer and sweat
A dozen lumberjacks came out to play
I was somewhere round the age of ten but I did not forget
Those words I heard big Sherman Becker say:

Hold my coat. Gimme a rock. I'm from Jacket River
I can bring a grizzly to its knees
Hold my coat. Gimme a rock. I'm from Jacket River
That rough and rowdy life was made for me

I was drivin' truck and haulin' gravel down to Pea Haul's place
At seventeen I was some kind of sight
But Raymond Fenwick never should have called me "baby face"
I spoke these words, then I turned out his lights

Hold my coat. Gimme a rock. I'm from Jacket River
I can bring a grizzly to its knees
Hold my coat. Gimme a rock. I'm from Jacket River
That rough and rowdy life was made for me

I was twenty-one and Betty Hanson was my favorite queen
I looked at her with eyes that did adore
We were dancin' when some loudmouth started sayin' things obscene
I warned him once, then laid him on the floor

Hold my coat. Gimme a rock. I'm from Jacket River
I can bring a grizzly to its knees
Hold my coat. Gimme a rock. I'm from Jacket River
That rough and rowdy life was made for me

Hold my coat. Gimme a rock. I'm from Jacket River
That rough and rowdy life was made for me

Lyrics by Ray Griff.
Recorded by Ray Griff.

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