Skip to comments.Railroad Gin & Texas Medicine: Any Mexican Standoff-Inspired Lyrics? - Vanity
Posted on 06/20/2014 4:48:24 PM PDT by dagogo redux
Now the rain man gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
And like a fool I mixed them
And it strangled up my mind,
And now people just get uglier
And I have no sense of time.
This verse, from "Stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again" sprung into my head as things headed to a crisis along the border: The Mexican "Beast" train, the Texas Militia "cure", the situation getting uglier, etc.
Anyone else inspired with old riffs - Dylan or otherwise - rattling around in your head? "Midnight Train to Texas", "Ride Like the Wind", anything?
Holding my stomach
the rooms all a spin
The engineer has a big wide grin
“How’d you like my railroad gin”?
“When you’re lost in the rain In Juarez.........”
And Easter wasn’t that long ago, was it!
That one certainly captures the tone of these times.
“You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
and all they will call you will be ‘deportee’”..........
Adios mi amigos
“It’s All Right, Ma, I’m Only Bleedin’”
“But me, I expected it to happen
I knew he’d lost control
When he built a fire on Main St
And shot it full of holes......”
The vagabond who’s rapping on your door,
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
.......and it’s all over now Baby Blue.
“Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline..........”
Not Woody’s original language, but . . .
This land is my land
But you think its your land
You took a train planned
To go across Mexico’s land
Then you crossed the Rio Grande
A legal border that wasnt manned
But this land wasnt made for the likes of you
The entire lyrics of All Along the Watchtower, unedited, capture the tone of what happening, but just to play with the last verse:
All along the watchtower, our king he hid the view
While illegal hordes they came and went, with their diseases too
Outside in the cold distance a nation it did growl
Militias were approaching, and the libs began to howl
Now all the authorities
They just stand around and boast
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And picking up Angel who
Just arrived here from the coast
Who looked so fine at first
But left looking just like a ghost