The combination of Mitchell's photos of rusty keys and, well, Mitchell making the assignment, led me towards a dark narrative of murder/false imprisonment/whodunnit. This was designed to be a Molly/Doug thing, with Molly singing the melody below a low octave part, but we ran out of time this week, so all you hear on the demo is my low octave and a rough mockup of the high octave on the chorus.
lyrics
jailor, won’t you, jailor, won’t you keep him locked up tight
ain’t enough bolts on the prison door to hold my lover tonight
to hold my lover tonight
I was a-drifitin’ angel with a chainsaw heart
looking for a place to land
they had me breaking horses out the Canterlane Farm
I was sinking like a stone beneath the sand
sinking like a stone beneath the sand
he was a mean old grifter with a monkey's paw
shacked up in a double-wide
with the devil in his grin and a split-bone jaw
I must’ve seen the thorn set in his side
must’ve seen the thorn set in his side
jailor, won’t you, jailor, won’t you keep him locked up tight
ain’t enough bolts on the prison door to hold my lover tonight
to hold my lover tonight
he used to beat me in the night when he’d come late
but only when he’d come back home at all
but in the cold gray mist of the morning, once again
the helplessness reduced me to a crawl
helplessness reduced me to a crawl
and if the lord won’t help me and the law don’t care
tell me what I’m ‘sposed to do?
would you live some kind of purgatory, trembling inside
wait to find out what he’ll do to you, boys
find out what he’d do to you
jailor, won’t you, jailor, won’t you keep him locked up tight
ain’t enough bolts on the prison door to hold my lover tonight
to hold my lover tonight
and if the clock struck 9 on a moonless winter night
and the Appaloosas stamping in their stalls
and if I raised my glass to the glory of his name
while the wind curled through the trailer walls
and if I mixed that drink with arsenic and gin
just enough to burn me anyhow
do you think that there’s a soul gonna speak for his parole
tell me who among you blames me now?
jailor, won’t you, jailor, won’t you keep him locked up tight
ain’t enough bolts on the prison door to hold my lover tonight
to hold my lover tonight
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