The Man From Beaverlodge

Pretty cool

The man from Beaverlodge

Well, I was workin' one night in a smokey ol' bar

And these fellas didn't like the way I wore my hair

There was a tension in the air and I knew I had to move quick

Well, this mountain of a man from Beaverlodge

Said, "Boy, you better get the hell outta dodge"

And I figured that was it, so I clenched to take my licks

But he ran me outside to the 50 below

And we climbed up high to his Silverado

And watched that parkin' lot fill like an hourglass

And then he jumped out the truck like a grizzly bear and he charged them men who treated me unfair

I figured I'd better get out and have this fella's back

But before I could, there were two men bleedin'

On the ground where he left 'em after a good beatin'

He was workin' two others with an arm behind his back

He had a head like a 'frigerater takin' hard hits, one man dropped to tears when he fridged his fist

With only two left, it didn't take him but a sec

He grabbed one by the hair and one by the noose and he smashed 'em together like a truck and a moose

And it went silent like we'd all witnessed something great

And then he jumped in the truck and we peeled out fast

Then he lit up a joint and he puffed and he passed and he drove me home but I never got that fella's name

And I know these days we don't fight no more, but this man was an artist of his own accord

He'd be a king or a lord in certain ages of the past

And whether he went to the rigs or jail

That giant sumbitch is my goddamn hero

And I'll always tell the tale of how he saved my skinny ass

That's right

The man from Beaverlodge