Ira Magee - Blue Mountain

Has anybody around here seen or heard

Of old Ira Magee?

Last I heard he left for that other

Looking for me

Said he’s gotta take me with him

Down to New Orleans

So I got me a ticket at the bus station

And a brand new pair of jeans

I ain’t nothing but skin and bones

Up to around the wood and run

Built up so high and lonesome

Till it’s right up to the pine

Hands like two white spiders

Pulling up a stick of weed

In a cloud of smoke I heard him choke

Happiness has left his need

Has anybody around here seen or heard

Of old Ira Magee?

Couldn’t find him at the drugstore

Couldn’t find him at the clean

When I came home late for dinner

Momma said to me

«Boy, save your soul for Sunday morning

Stay clear of Ira Magee»