RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: LIFE SONGS
Epic (for Bob Dylan)
Now this is a story about
A man named Jed
Lived out in the holler
Barely kept his family fed
He went out to dig a hole
God only knows the reason why
Out came a stream of oil
Lord it painted all the sky
So the bankers came a calling
With a word for Mister Jed
Sign here you’ll be a millionaire
Before you go to bed
So Jed took that paper
And he did not think about it
That man seemed nice and friendly
He had no reason to doubt it
So Jed took a silver pen
And affixed his given name
He signed away his future
His fortune and his fame
They took his home and his land
Dumped him in some random alley
Jed became a homeless man
In the Shenandoah valley
Jed never knew what happened
He just never understood
He’d always been an honest man
He did the best he could
Now Jed becomes a symbol of
Displacement of the masses
Or maybe he personifies
Separation of the classes
He always thought it kind of strange
And maybe a little funny
What happens when the bankers come
To offer up a lot of money
(after Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream)
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