Brian Laidlaw

Poet | Songwriter | Educator

Drugstore Hucksters

 

Sell me a red bandanna

I’ll take it on the chin again

I’m shipping my love to Montana

Through Iowa and Michigan

 

Look like I have two shiners

In my aviator shades

Meditate in gas station diners

In the badlands and everglades

 

Here come the midnight truckers

Here come the drugstore hucksters

Here come the late night lovers

And they have an offer for you

 

Here come the midnight tricksters

Here come the neon fixtures 

They want to put you in pictures

And it sounds too good to be true

 

Aspirin two in a packet,

coffee that’s watered down

bald eagle governor’s jacket

from your quiet border town.

 

I could have been called a maverick

If I hadn’t been so shy

But I can still cause some havoc

Before the day I die

 

(to chorus)

 

I’ve got gift of foresight,

a parcel to deliver

it’s a song that lasts fortnight

it’s the Mississippi river

 

it’s the world’s most precious cargo

it’s the west’s immortal valley

it’s all the snow in Fargo

it’s all the sun in Cali

 

it’s the moonscape that holds the geyser,

a lip balm that makes you thinner,

it’s a cocktail that makes you wiser,

it’s a ticket that makes you a winner

 

(to chorus)