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Jason & Ginger: Music

Jokerville

(Jason & Ginger)
words & music by Jason Fickel
I used to worry about the miners in Jokerville
But I don’t worry no more.
Cause they shut that mine down
But not before I heard the sound
On that cold January twenty four.

You could hear it rumble through the valley
From the timberline on down
So we all took a turn
Watching the fire burn
Knowing the miners were glory bound.


Sometimes I wonder why things happen this way.
I look for a story to tell.
I guess this land wasn’t yours to buy and I
Guess it was not mine to sell.

I saw a cowboy with a saddle in his hand
Walking out of the mountain snow.
He said, “Old Chief, I fear,”
“There’ll be no round up this year,
So I let my old pony go.”

Sometimes I wonder why things happen this way.
I look for a story to tell.
I guess this land wasn’t yours to buy and I
Guess it was not mine to sell.

I still hear the miners in Jokerville.
Midnight I hear their moans.
But I don’t worry about the coal.
I don’t worry about my soul.
And the snow falls over their bones.

Sometimes I wonder why things happen this way.
I look for a story to tell.
I guess this land wasn’t yours to buy and I
Guess it was not mine to sell.