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lunes, 19 de enero de 2015

25. Highway Patrolman

Joe Roberts es sargento en Perrineville (un pequeño pueblo a unos 15 Kms al oeste de Freehold. En la Ruta 1.
Joe es un trabajador honesto que tiene un hermano. Franky.

Franky es un tipo con muchos problemas. Comete pequeños delitos asiduamente

Para Joe, que es sargento y trabaja para el estado, no es la primera vez que recibe una llamada para atender las fechorias de su hermano.

Una noche, persigue un coche a través del Condado de Michigan, a la orilla del río Willow.
Se trata de un Buick con matrícula de Ohio y rápidamente observa que al volante está su hermano Frank.

La persecución se interrumpe justo a cinco millas de la frontera con Canadá, justo en el momento en que Joe detiene su persecución mientras contempla desaparecer las luces traseras del Buick más allá de la frontera


My name is Joe Roberts I work for the state

I'm a sergeant out of Perrineville barracks number 8
I always done an honest job as honest as I could
I got a brother named Frankie and Frankie ain't no good
Now ever since we was young kids it's been the same come down
I get a call over the radio Frankie's in trouble downtown
Well if it was any other man, I'd put him straight away
But when it's your brother sometimes you look the other way


Yeah me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin'
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band
Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's strayin' like any brother would
Man turns his back on his family well he just ain't no good


Well Frankie went in the army back in 1965
I got a farm deferment, settled down, took Maria for my wife
But them wheat prices kept on droppin' till it was like we were gettin'
robbed
Frankie came home in `68, and me, I took this job


Yeah we're laughin' and drinkin'
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band
Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line
Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine


Well the night was like any other, I got a call `bout quarter to nine
There was trouble in a roadhouse out on the Michigan line
There was a kid lyin' on the floor lookin' bad bleedin' hard from his head
There was a girl cry'n' at a table and it was Frank, they said


Well I went out and I jumped in my car and I hit the lights
Well I musta done one hundred and ten through Michigan county that night
It was out at the crossroads, down `round Willow bank
Seen a Buick with Ohio plates. Behind the wheel was Frank


Well I chased him through them county roads
Till a sign said "Canadian border five miles from here"
I pulled over the side of the highway and watched his tail-lights disappear



Me and Frankie laughin' and drinkin'
Nothin' feels better than blood on blood
Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band
Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood"
I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line
Man turns his back on his family he ain't no friend of mine













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