Dimestore Hohner

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Dimestore HohnerThe store clerk called the sheriff, when ol’ Jesse tried to leaveGuess he thought he’d caught, Mr Big or a master thiefThe sheriff saw what that hobo, stole from the corner storeHe gave it back to Jesse, after payin’ two bucks forA dimestore Hohner…a dimestore HohnerWell, Jesse played for watchmen, nights at the old freight yardWhere train lights on the tracks, moonlight as the morning starThough he couldn’t offer shelter, from the dampness or the fogThat poor man was like a piper, for lost three-legged dogsWith his dimestore Hohner, He’s a rambler, a roamera midnight lonerO and his best friends, are songs on the windLeft by his dimestore HohnerSunday mornings near the freeway, hobos gather for their massSermons on old milk crates, ‘neath the overpassOne guy passes Thunderbird, one guy passes saltinesThen they join in for a hymn, cos ol’ Jesse bringsHis dimestore Hohner, He’s a rambler, a roamerA midnight lonerO and his best prayers, are songs in the airLeft by his dimestore HohnerLate one winter night, that sheriff sat insideHis empty jailhouse aloneLost his appetite, after just one biteOf chicken he brought from homeSo he hopped in his squad car, found Jesse by the tracksLet Jesse ride up front, while some mutt jumped in backCos four walls and a cot, got them out of the snowHe fed that dog his chicken, and listened to Jesse blowHis dimestore Hohner, He’s a rambler, a roamerA midnight lonerHis reason to live, are songs that he givesWith his dimestore Hohner©2007 Robert George