This poem has appeared in Art With Words and The Seaside Signal

Fat Boy Blues
Dan Johnson
© 2004

Fat Boy, he never had no name,
Born from Luzianna sugar cane;
Never had him no claim to fame,
Jes' rolled along playin' life's ol' game.

When Fat Boy made it to 10 year old,
Found him a friend, name o' Mr. Gold;
Taught that boy to twang twelve strings
And maybe three or two other things.

Fat Boy's momma di'n't raise no fools;
That boy never played by other folks' rules.
He jes' lived, and loved to pick them blues,
Always knowin' he'd have to pay his dues.

Fat Boy loved to play every chance he got
Played dives, evry smokey joint he could find,
didn care if they paid a nickel or a dime
Fat Boy made that place come alive

Fat Boy din’t read a note, sweet talked his strings
made the music float, From D to G
Fat Boy was the King Of pluck’n those moan’n blues
While struttn‘ roun in his silky blue Fat Boy Coat.

Fat Boy played at One Eyed Jacks
Up in Odessa, whilst there he met
Sweet little girl name o Tessa, she stole his heart
Then made him the fool, an poor’r to.

Fat Boy was broke, got a gig in Amarillo
Sweet Tessa took his wallet, shoes, 12 string to
Didn’ take long for Fat Boy to discover
The blacktop would be his pillow

Fat Boy faded to a sad ol blue
Said, I can live without my shoes,
Money to, but without my 12 string
Onlys thing to do is sing those Fat Boy Blues.

Fat Boy blues, Fat Boy blues
Without my 12 string, ain’t no good news
Fat Boy sits here sing’n
Them Fat Boy Blues..

This poem is dedicated to a woman that lives 'down near luzianna' Terri Libra helped edit this poem several years ago. I've lost track of her, but she knows who she is and to her I say thank you.

Dan Johnson