This week’s theme from Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday Challenge is Acquire/Gather/Collect/Secure. I tend to need some time to reflect on these musical challenges, wracking my brains and my memory for something appropriate.
Since lockdown commenced way back in March in France, my beloved husband and I have been enjoying weekly musical evenings. Thanks to his subscription to Apple music we’ve been exploring the catalogues of our favourite artists but, more importantly, finding new ones. And, even though lockdown is but a distant memory, we’ve retained these evenings. Hopefully, taking part in this challenge will allow me to uncover some more interesting music.
How about Jonny Lang singing about gathering up pool balls or cards?
I’ve seen Jonny twice in concert once at the Shepherd’s Bush Empire in London and just a few years ago at Nuits du Sud up the road in Vence. He’s an American blues, gospel, and rock singer, songwriter and musician who has had five albums in the top 50 of the Billboard 200 chart.
He released the critically acclaimed multi-platinum Lie to Me in 1997, which includes Rack ‘Em Up, when he was just 16. A year later, he released his follow-up, Wander this World, and earned a Grammy nomination. This was followed by the more soulful Long Time Coming in 2003 but it was his 2006 album, the gospel-influenced Turn Around, that won him his first Grammy. In 2013 he issued his first studio album in seven years, Fight for My Soul, followed by another, Signs, in 2017.
I used to hang out down at Jack’s Pool Hall
You go down there and don’t do nothin’ at all
If you wanted to play some cards there was a game in the back
If you wanted to shot or somethin’ you went and talked to Jack
If you had a little money you was a grade A fool
There was a guy down there who used to shoot a little pool
Rack ’em up
Till’ the day he was dead that all they ever said
Rack ’em up
He didn’t own a TV set, didn’t own a car
He ate what whatever Jack was makin’ back behind the bar
They said he had a wife, but she left him in tears
He hadn’t been home in twenty five years
Rack ’em up
They came from all over thinkin’ they we’re pretty hot
Put all their money on the table, want to play the best we got
Nine in the corner, five in the side
Take a hundred dollar bill and just let it ride
I tell him listen son, ain’t no disaster
There ain’t no shame in being beat by a master
Songwriters: Bruce B. Mccabe
Rack ’em Up lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc