LOCATION: Northwestern Louisiana, between Monroe and Shreveport.
PERIOD: 1879
DRAMATIS PERSONAE: Spooner Magee (1826-1886); Sally Ann Gray (1863-1954); Jack Kelley (1824-1869).
It’s been ten years since Jack Kelley, Spooner’s brother-in-law and best friend, died. They had shared many adventures and good times, and Spooner missed him sorely. Jack had married Spooner’s sister Margaret, and entered the Magee family as a second son. He and Spooner quickly became great running buddies. But Jack’s nature was more searching, seeking new experiences and driven by an urge to break out of the confines of rural Northwestern Louisiana. As Spooner said, “Oh, he was a rascal for sure.”
This adventurous urge is best typified by Jack’s brainstorm during the Gold Rush for he and Spooner to go out to California and set up a store to sell necessaries to the miners. A plan which was thwarted by an encounter with a sheriff’s deputy in a bar. But, Jack had planted the idea into Spooner’s brain to go out west, and Spooner never really gave up on that dream.
This song describes Spooner, late in life, reminiscing about old times with his best friend, Black Jack Kelley, and still dreaming of California.
The song takes place over the course of one day in 1879 with Spooner in the bar, the Faded Rose, talking to the bartender, Sally Ann Gray. Spooner is trying to convince her to make this far-fetched trip to California until, finally, she decides to do it.
At the end, they made it to the Pacific Ocean.
A DAY IN THE LIFE OF SPOONER MAGEE
(F. D. Leone, Jr.)
“My Lord, Sally, you’re as pretty as th’ sunrise.”
“And you’re older than my father.”
“C’mon, now, I’s just tryin’ to be nice.”
“Old man, don’t even bother.”
Spooner met each day with good cheer;
He had high hopes for this new mornin’.
First stop: the Faded Rose and his first beer,
And flirtin’ with that sweet, young darlin’.
It’s been ten years since Jack passed on;
Time has passed, but hardly changed a thing.
Since then Spoon’s walked his path alone,
Haunted by a California dream.
“Before I die I’d like to see the ocean;
Stick my toe in it, if I can.
Most days, it’s hard to just get myself in motion.
Then you had to rub it in, callin’ me ‘ol’ man’.”
“Sally gal, you’re bigger than this place
You’re bigger than even Shreveport.
C’mon, Sal, we’ll stage a prison break;
Make a run for the golden western shore.
Won’t be easy gettin’ there, but I’ll find a way;
The last great adventure of my life.”
“Ah, Spooner, careful now, watch what you say.
Here; this one’s on me. An’ jus’ be quiet.”
“Me an’ Jack almost went in ’49,
Long before you were ever born.
Frisco’s changed a lot since that time;
I’ll buy you a dress like you’ve never worn.
Did your daddy tell you stories about Black Jack?
Oh, he was a rascal for sure.”
“Spooner, oughten you be headin’ back,
It’s time for me to cash out an’ lock the door.”
“Jack had a plan to get rich in th’ Gold Rush
Said we’d make a fortune clerkin’ a store.
We never staked the cash, not nearly enough.
One day, he jus’ didn’t talk about it no more.”
“Spooner, that must’ve been more’n thirty years ago;
Wishin’ won’t bring those days back.”
“I know, Sally girl, I surely know;
But those were the days for me an’ Jack.”
“Sally Ann, what’s holdin’ you here?
Except for you, there’s nothin’ for me anymore.
If we started now we’d be there in half a year;
No one from here’s done nothin’ like this before.”
“Spooner, I just might take you up on th’ offer;
Leavin’s all I think about some days.”
Standin’ in the tide knee-deep in salt water;
Sally said, “Spoon, I can’t believe those waves.”
Related songs in chronological order:
“Ballad of Black Jack Kelley and Spooner Magee”
“Sally Ann”
“A Day in the Life of Spooner Magee”
“L’Maison d’Amour”
“Aftermath”
© 2023 Frank David Leone, Jr./Highway 80 Music (ASCAP). The songs and stories on the Highway 80 Stories website are works of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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