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- Billy Markham’s Last Roll
- “Good morning, Billy Markham, it’s time to rise and shine."
- The Devil’s words come grindin' into Billy’s burnin' mind.
- And he opens up one bloodshot eye to that world of living death,
- And he feels the Devil’s bony claw and he smells the Devil’s rotten breath.
- “Wake up, Sunshine!" the Devil laughs. “I’m giving you another turn."
- “I’m turning now," Billy Markham growls. “Go away and let me burn."
- “But you’re Gamblin' Billy Markham," says the Devil, “and you wouldn’t let a chance go past."
- “Another chance to roll thirteen?" says Billy. “Hey, shove it up your ass.
- I’ve rolled your dice, I’ve rolled 'em twice. Now I hear my love ones cry,
- And before I play that game again, I’ll stay here in Hell and fry."
- “You sure are a grouch when you wake up," says the Devil, “but don’t take it out on me.
- In the misty worlds of Heaven and Hell, Bill, everything’s done in threes."
- “Well, you can take three kisses of my burning bum," says Billy, layin' back and closing his eyes,
- “And I’ll piss on your shoe, if ever you come near me again with them flyshit dice."
- “Dice? Dice?" says the Devil. “Who said dice? Anybody hear me say dice?
- Hey, imp, pour my buddy here a cool glass of water, and throw in a nice big chunk of ice."
- “And since when," says Billy, raisin' up, “do you go around handing out gifts,
- Except pokes from your burning pitchfork or mouthfuls of boiling shit?"
- “Well, it’s Christmas," says the Devil, “and all of us down here below,
- We sort of celebrate in our own sweet way, and this year you’re the star of the show.
- Why, just last night I was up on earth and I seen that lovers' moon,
- And I said to myself, 'Hey, I bet old Billy could use a little bit of poon."
- “Poon?" says Billy Markham. “Last thing I need is poon.
- Talk about gettin' my ashes hauled, Hell, I’ll be all ashes soon."
- “Damn, damn!" the Devil screams. “He’s been too long on the fires.
- I told you imps to fry him slow, now you gone and burned out his desire.
- You gotta leave 'em some hope, leave 'em some dreams, so they know what Hell is for,
- 'Cause when a man forgets how sweet love is, well, Hell ain’t Hell no more.
- So just to refresh your memory, Billy, we’re gonna send you back to earth
- And I’ll throw in a little Christmas blessin' to remind you what life is worth.
- For exactly thirteen hours you can screw who you wanna screw
- And there ain’t no creature on God’s green earth who’s gonna say no to you.
- While me and all these burning souls and all my imps and fiends,
- We’re gonna sit down here and watch you on that big twenty-four-inch color screen.
- And we’ll see each hump you’re humping, and we’ll hear each grunt you groan,
- And we’ll laugh at the look upon your face when it’s time to come back home."
- “Well, you’re much too kind," Billy Markham says. “And you treat me much too well.
- You gonna give me somethin' just to take it back -- you sure know how to run a Hell.
- Well, a game is a game," Billy Markham says, risin' off his bed of coals.
- “But what if one won’t ball me, what if one I want says no?"
- “No?" says the Devil. “What if one says no? Ain’t nobody gonna say no.
- Nobody quits or calls in sick when the Devil calls the show.
- Not man nor woman nor beast!" screams the Devil, “and no laters or maybes or buts,
- And before one soul says no to you, I’ll see these Hell gates rust.
- But if anyone refuses you, I say, anyone you name,
- Then you’ll be free to stay on earth.
- Now get out and play the game!"
- Then a flash of light and a thunderclap and Billy’s back on earth once more
- And the asphalt sings beneath his feet as he weaves toward Music Row.
- First he stops at the Exit Inn to seduce the blonde on the door,
- Then the RCA receptionist he takes on the office floor.
- He nails the waitress down at Macks, the one with the pear-shaped breasts,
- And four of the girls from B.M.I. right on Frances Preston’s desk.
- He screws his way from M.C.A. to Vanderbilt’s ivy walls.
- And he pokes everything that giggles or sings or whimpers or wiggles or crawls.
- First Debbie, then Polly, then Dotty, then Dolly then Jeannie, and Jessie, and Jan,
- Then Marshall and Sal and that redheaded gal who takes the tickets at Opryland.
- Then Hazel and Carla and an ex-wife of Harlan’s then Melva and Marge and Marie,
- And three fat Gospel singers who all came together in perfect three-part harmony.
- And Brenda and Sammy and Sharon and Sandy, Loretta and Buffy and Mae.
- And Terri and Lynne at the Holiday Inn and Captain Midnight’s fiance.
- Then Sherry and Rita, Diane and Anita, Olivia, Emmy and Jean,
- And Donna and Kay down at Elliston Place -- right there in the pinto beans.
- He crashes a session in Studio B, where he humps both Janet and June
- On John Gimble’s fiddle, right in the middle of a Porter Wagoner tune.
- From Connie to Bonnie to Caroline, to Tracy, to Stacy, to Jo,
- He gives 'em a glance and they drop their pants and nobody dares say no.
- He is humpin' the Queen of country music, when he hears the Devil moan.
- “Make it sweet, Billy Markham, but make it short, you’ve got just thirty seconds to go.
- And all of us here, we’re applauding your show and we’d say you done right well,
- And we just can’t wait to hear you moan when you’re fuckless forever in Hell."
- “Hold on!" says Billy with one last thrust. “If I got thirty seconds mo',
- Then I got the right to one last hump before it’s time to go."
- “Well, make your choice," the Devil says, “and you’d better be quick and strong,
- And make it a come to remember, Bill -- it’s gotta last you eternity long."
- “So who will it be, Billy Markham?" they scream. “Who’s gonna be the one?
- Starlet or harlot or housewife or hippie or grandma or shoolgirl or nun?
- Or fresh-scented virgin or dope-smoking groupie or sweet ever-smilin' stew?"
- And Billy Markham, he stops. . .and he squints at the Devil. . .and says. . .“Sucker. . .I’ll take you."
- “Foul!" cries the Devil. “Foul, no fair! The rules don’t hold for me."
- “You said man or woman or beast," says Bill, “and I guess you’re all of the three."
- And a roar goes up from the demons of Hell and it shakes the earth across,
- And the imps all squeal and the demons scream, “He’s gonna fuck the boss!"
- “Why, you filthy scum," the Devil snarls, blushing a fiery red,
- “I give you a chance to live again and you bust me in front of my friends."
- “Hey, play or pay," Billy Markham says. “So set me free at last,
- Or raise your tail and hear all Hell wail when I bugger your devilish ass."
- “You got me," spits the Devil. “Go on and stay on your precious earth,
- And plod along and plug your songs, but carry this life-long curse.
- You shall lust for a million women, and not one’s gonna come your way,
- And you shall write ten million songs and not one’s ever gonna get played.
- And your momma and daughter and your own true love, they gonna stay down here with me,
- And you’ll carry the guilt like a movable Hell, wherever the Hell you be."
- “Ah, well," says Billy Markham, “they never were mine to lose,
- No family, no pussy and no records, Hell, I’m used to them kind of dues."
- So back on the streets goes Billy again, eatin' them Linebaugh’s beans,
- Pickin' his songs while nobody listens and tellin' his story that no one believes.
- And he gets no women and he gets no hits, but he says just what he thinks.
- Hey, buy him a round. . .it won’t cost much . . .ice water’s all he drinks.
- But notice the burns upon his wrist as he raises his tremblin' glass,
- While he tells how the Devil once burned his soul --
- While he singed the Devil’s ass.
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