Jeb And The Haymaker Lyrics

"A touch of Earther rural folklore for the long trip."

I) Athens, MI; High School Graduation and a Bloody Nose

Below the thumb resides a prairie tagged Monhalo.
Old as dumb. Does slave labor. Vents for Chrysler. In
a hut made of branflakes and green egg cartons lives
a nun with skin like visqueen stretched on bamboo.

II) The Cosmic Wager

They met on a deer path. Uncle Lowell's a betting
man. I wager my nephew Jeb can break your face
in half. Now I've heard everything, but some chump's
'gonna balk. Come beside Nell's polebarn where my
haymaker's heating up. Autumn sun rolls on through
the dust of the Butcher's parking lot. When I'm done,
standing over your only nephew's bloody husk. I'll live
forever, 'cuz I'll fight anything. 'got chores to finish. So
let's start swinging. The ballcap hit the ground. Jeb
charged without a thought. The haymaker coiled back,
and launched Jeb's head off.

III) Hick Superstitions

And on it rolled through Lake Michigan and towards
the Pacific Coast; and some still say if you look real
close Jeb's head will roll through your legs.