TTHE TRAFFIC JAM RAG
Written by Barry P. Foley Copyright © 28 August 2003
60 miles outside of Kansas City, traffic came to a stop It was Ten A.M. on a August morning, man, it was getting hot There were cars and 18 wheelers as far as the eye could see I just turned off the motor, turned up Merle and propped up my feet
I was wearing an old straw Stetson, that’s done seen its better day I could tell the folks were starting to frown and look the other way But I could care less, cause my big break was across the Missouri line For a weekend show with a backup band coming out of Caroline
The tape flipped over and ole Waylon came on, I was getting into the groove Reached in the back seat for a cheap guitar I bought in ole St Lou I felt eyes locked on me, and before I could turn around My life changed right there in the Traffic Jam, outside Kansas Town
This lady was in a ragtop Mercedes and her hair blowing in the breeze She was smoking one of them skinny cigarettes, and her fingers filled with rings Guess I was waiting on her, or maybe she’s was waiting on me So I stopped picking for a minute, and gave her a Big Texas Howdy
She said, “I bet you’re a country singer, have you written any songs? Come on over here and join me, cause I’d like to hear ‘em all” I dragged me and that old guitar across those leather seats She said “my name’s Sally John, so me your stuff”
Well I took off with new song about when your all dreams come true Then a song about being down and out with nothing left to lose A song about killing a cheating woman then going off to jail A song about being blind rather than going to hell Well she sighed and listened, tapping her foot to the beat I didn’t know where this all might lead, to the bedroom or the street By the time we looked eye to eye and my poor heart was giving in
Heard the roaring engines of the 18 wheelers, my concert came to an end Well I said we better go, reached out to shake her hand She leaned over and gave me a little kiss, stuck her card in my hat band Gave me wink and quick goodbye and said “call me sometime” I followed that ragtop Mercedes all the way to the state line
Well on to Kansas for my big break and the promoter was just a crook Course the band got all the money, and me, I was just got took Down on my luck and no where to turn, I needed a place to stay So I pulled out the card, dialed her number and heard a lady say ... . Capital Records; “This is Sally!”
Course, you should always have a guitar with ya!, cause you never know who you gonna meet in a Traffic Jam,..... Well Yea, I moved to Nashville and Sally got me a writing job. I write down the telephone orders at Pizza Hut .....But it’s an honest living!
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