Friday Hand

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Greg Anton, Mari Tamburo

A Robert Hunter song played by Gregg's Eggs.

Friday Hand was out of a job
Hangin' out in the sun, lookin' for love
Along came Israel Bond singin'
"Way To Go" like a sad song
They happened to meet on Juniper Street
"Aye aye amigo, long time no see
"What cha doin' to make ends meet?
"Good to see you back on the street"

"Hey I want to talk about the job
They say went down in Detroit
Tell me the truth, look me straight in the eyes
Did you confess under duress?
Or was it the DA tellin' me lies?"

"Now Israel, I had the same thought
Meant to put it to you
Since you put it to me first
I believe we can get to the truth"
"You look broke" said Israel Bond
"And I could use a hand"
"Well here's mine, shake" said Friday
"Let's throw together a band"

God only knows what he's talkin' about
God only knows but he tries
Friday Hand, out of a job
And Israel Bond on the fly

"How'd you spend your time
In the Detroit prison?"
"You know it seemed like a hundred years
I read a little and thought a lot
Thought I had two scores to settle
Now you got nothin' to fear"

Lolly was lost in jukebox light
Swayin' to a rhythm band
Not prepared for Israel Bond
Much less Friday Hand
She tried to smile but her eyes betrayed
The fear inside her heart
Her pulse was like a hammer
That broke her mask apart

God only knows what she's talkin' about
God only knows but she tries
Friday Hand, out of a job
And Israel Bond on the fly

When lies are dealt to find the truth
That truth ain't worth a candle
But it's sweet to be on the street again
And that's as much as I can handle

"Lolly, Lolly you look so sweet
Butter wouldn't melt on you
Lolly, Lolly what I want to know
Why'd you tell all you knew?"
Without waiting to hear
He pulled his blade
"I believe I'll carve my name on you"

She screamed "damn your black soul
Israel Bond, what do you expect me to do?
I only told them what I knew
After hearing all you told on me"
"I never told one word" he said
"Not one in all those years
But just kept thinkin' when I got out
I wash my hands in your tears
But open a bottle of sparkling wine
My last five will buy
That poison inside me was a sea
Now that sea is dry"

The law takes a lot more than it gives
When they take away your trust
A loss of time is one thing
But the other is a real bust

God only knows what he's talkin' about
God only knows but he tries
Friday Hand, out of a job
And Israel Bond on the fly
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     2000 Cookin' At The WOW Hall Gregg's Eggs
     2001 Gregg's Eggs Gregg's Eggs


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