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Down where the river cuts through the Tug Valley
Big Sandy had a gin joint surrounded by alleys
Through a dirty old glass Big Sandy could mask your pain
She wore an old leather jacket with a bomber patch
She had a smile like a tiger and the claws to match
She had a mean streak where the dye in her hair used to be

And when Friday night broke she’d tell the same old jokes
For half a dollar more she’d roll you a smoke
She’d hide her teeth in a jar but lay the goods on the bar for free

And the boys said roll, Big Sandy roll
Act like all those years didn’t take their toll
Reflections in the neon lights of every heart you stole
You gotta roll Big Sandy roll

Late Summer nights looking for another vice
Old Kokomo Jack would get out the dice
He could roll all night and into the light of the day
Till he challenged Big Sandy to a winner-take-all
Then he saw his bad luck bouncing off that wall
With the markers signed he tilted blind as could be

Big Sandy took the bones and she leaned on back
She gummed a little smile to Kokomo Jack
With the seven-come-elevens taking up the slack you see

And the boys said roll, Big Sandy roll.
She could make her point and then hit ten in a row
You better button up your shirt, old Jack, or off your back it goes
You gotta roll, Big Sandy, roll

Sandy passed away on a cold winter night
Father Jim wasn’t there to deliver last rites
That blessed sacrament appeared it wasn’t meant to be
They built her a coffin using wood from the bar
And they put her in the back of that funeral car
But the rear door latch didn’t seem to catch, you see

They hit a patch of black ice going around the ridge
The door popped open, then the coffin lid
Like tumbling dice to the river Sandy’s body slid carefree

And the boys said roll, Big Sandy, roll
That muddy riverbank will coat you black as coal
But if you make it to the water, well it just might save your soul
You gotta roll, Big Sandy, roll, Big Sandy, roll, Big Sandy, roll

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from Subversive Folk, released July 20, 2020
W. Fiasco, M. Langenberg

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