The Trimmer’s Lament
A reader, Charles Wilson, sent us the following song to be sung to the tune of the Streets of Laredo to which we have helpfully attached a copy of Mickey Raphael’s instrumental below so you can sing along.
As I was out walking the main street of Redway
I was hailed by a young man in ragged attire
“Oh sir can you help me find gainful employment
My car’s out of gas and it has a blown tire
You can see by my scissors that I am a trimmer
You can see by my gear that I’m looking for work
I need buds to clip and I need to get paid well
So I don’t want to clip bud for some rip-off jerk”“My friend you’re mistaken cause I’m not a grower
I can offer a job but it’s not cutting weed.
And I merely pay wages, no beer is provided
I’ll give you strong coffee but I don’t allow speed”
With a look of disgust he walked down the sidewalk
To join a small crowd of similar folk
They came to make money by working the harvest
But most will go home with some stories but broke.