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Cousin Dan

Words and music copyright © Leon Chase 2007.

As performed on the album That’s My Shit! – Uncle Leon and the Alibis Live in Brooklyn

 

Cousin Dan was a wild man, at least that’s what I hear
Left home when he was old enough to kick a bike in gear

Never knew where he was living, He’d just roll up in the yard
with a bottle in his hand and a woman on his arm

with a bottle in his hand and a woman on his arm

They say that growing up, he never learned the straight and clean
His daddy beat him with a belt but that just made him mean

And if you asked his mother, she’d just cry and shake her head
and say, “I didn’t raise that boy to be no Harley-riding man.”

“No, I didn’t raise that boy to be no Harley-riding man.”

They say Cousin Dan
was a hard-living man
but he never laid a hand on me

He gave his best years to the road,
worked as little as he could
He never learned to settle down the way the others said he should

He never learned to settle down the way the others said he should

Possession, Tresspassing, Assault, and B & E
It ain’t hard to build a record when you got no place to be
And every town he found, the cops would kick him on his way
They said, “We don’t take kind to strangers, not the broke ones anyway.”

“No, we don’t take kind to strangers, not the broke ones anyway.”

He don’t remember what he drank that night, He don’t remember who he hit
He just knows he woke up in a cell with bruises on his head
Caged up and ragged, staring hard at seven years
On the day he got his bail he turned his back and disappeared

On the day he got his bail he turned his back and disappeared

They say Cousin Dan
was a hard-living man
but he never laid a hand on me

He gave his best years to the road,
worked as little as he could
He never learned to settle down the way the others said he should

He never learned to settle down the way the others said he should

Twenty years of drifting, twenty years out on the run
Twenty years of wondering where the money’s coming from
Twenty years of drinking never did a bit of good
They say the bottle beat him down the way no fighter ever could

Yeah, the bottle beat him down the way no fighter ever could

They say Cousin Dan
was a hard-living man
but he never laid a hand on me

He gave his best years to the road,
worked as little as he could
He never learned to settle down the way the others said he should

He never learned to settle down the way the others said he should

He never learned to settle down the way the others said he should

 

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