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  1. Blackjack Road

From the recording Chili Pepper Sunset

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Words and Music: Mark David Manders

Lyrics

Black Jack Road
Words and Music: Mark David Manders

Two miles past the graveyard near the fork in Black Jack Road
Charles Walker took one final look then he slipped out the door
He left behind a letter addressed to all his kin
It said, “This land is cursed and it’d take a hearse to bring me home again.”
But oh, man, you know those wheels turn slow
Now the weeks turned into months, his mother lost all hope
Then one day a postcard came to the house on Black Jack Road
It was postmarked California with one solitary line
It said, “I anticipate better days and I’ll send for you in time.”
But oh, man, you know those wheels turn slow
Back in California Charles Walker’s luck grew thin
When he got involved in a poker game with three other desperate men
Tempers flared then shots rang out, the three men ran away
Charles Walker fell then someone yelled, “There’s an ambulance on the way.”
But oh, man, you know those wheels turn slow
Now two miles past the graveyard near the fork in Black Jack Road
A motorcade makes its way past the field where the tall weeds grow
And in the back seat of a Cadillac, his chin resting on his chest
Charles Walker dreads what lies ahead, he’s gonna lay his mother to rest
And he prays for her forgiveness, then in a somber tone
He utters a curse to that long, black hearse that finally brought him home
But oh, man, you know those wheels turn slow