a song i wrote with my ramblin' buddy, jacob berman, about midway through my stay in austin. sort of inspired by our travels in north africa and the ongoing search for the next seeing place. this recording was made at about 3 in the morning after a long night on the outskirts of downtown austin. some guy had just stuffed my shirtpocket full of grass and we were as happy as could be.
that's emile millar on guitar, me on the vocal and the table, and mark parson on the fiddle. if you listen real close you can even here jihad berman singing along now and then.
karen nedivi took the photo. it's a detail from an assemblage piece i made.
i set out a ramblin’ one day. across the ocean i did go.
why i left a no one can say, except the girl who laid me low.
i set out a ramblin’ one day. i grabbed my hat & old blue coat.
for my soul my momma pray, & i hope the good lord take a note.
got out a ramblin’, found me italy. got a meal & some leather shoes.
lost one on the shore of tripoli, & i got those one shoe ramblin’ blues.
tell me momma, what’s the other half?
should i go back for that other shoe?
should i come home to you? should i go on from you?
she said something strange:
there aint no other half to the blues.