James Matt Broussard (1985) is the grandson of Michael James “Sarge” Broussard (1948-2014), whose daughter Rosalie Broussard (1969) gave birth to James when she was sixteen (see song “James“).
Even though Rosalie Broussard was from Vivian, Louisiana, she had James in Shreveport, where she lived initially after giving birth. Eventually she left James with her parents and left for Alabama with a guy she ended up marrying, Tully Tate.
Once James turned 18 he also moved to Shreveport. This song describes a two-year period, from 2016 to 2018, when James lived in Demopolis, Alabama. He was interested in Alabama since that was where he thought his mother was. He had taken up with a woman in Shreveport who was from Demopolis and she convinced him to move to Alabama with her.
That relationship didn’t last, but James didn’t immediately leave Demopolis. Maybe, he had in the back of his mind that he might get back together with the woman. But once James realized that he didn’t even want to get back together, he finally decides to leave Alabama and return to Shreveport.
James liked guns, and enjoyed shooting guns; something about shooting lifted his spirits. So, on his way out of town he stops at a pawn shop to see what kind of guns they had, but unbeknownst to James there was a robbery in progress. James instinctively tries to stop the holdup but the robber panics, takes a shot at James, missing by a wide margin.
That was enough for James, who runs to his truck and tears off on 80-W to Shreveport. The robber also exits the pawn shop, ignorant of the fact that his getaway car has a bad fuel pump. He doesn’t get very far before it breaks down and he is apprehended without much trouble by a Marengo County Sheriff’s Deputy.
DEMOPOLIS, ALABAMA (F.D. Leone) I was born in Shreveport, Louisiana But for about the last two years now Been living in Demopolis, Alabama It ain’t never felt like home somehow I came here on account of a woman But we didn’t last too long Stuck around, I guess, looking for something Months ago I should’ve been gone Gonna get my gun, get my gun Wanna shoot some, shoot some Buy some more, at the range A pump shotgun, a thirty eight There’s a market with a wooden Indian out front An old man we called Shakespeare was the owner It’s been there since the fifties, untouched I put some pork rinds and a beer on the counter Handed Shakespeare the cash for my provisions I remarked that the Indian was a little weird He said, “ain’t you ever heard of Hank Williams, ‘ Kaw-Liga’ was a pretty big hit ‘round here” Gonna get my gun, get my gun Wanna shoot some, shoot some Gonna get my gun, change my mood Wanna shoot some, improve my attitude I’m sitting in my truck outside her house She’s got a new boyfriend, from Alabama I watch him take all her garbage out Guess I’ll head on back to Louisiana But before I do I stop at a pawn shop A guy had a gun, “gimme all the cash,” he said Without thinking I yell, “hey fella, stop” He whirled around, threw a shot at at my head Gonna get my gun, get my gun Wanna shoot some, shoot some Gonna get my gun, that’s what I’ll do Put Demopolis, Alabama in my rear view © 2020 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.