Story Behind The Song
This song spilled out 99% complete at a co-writing session in a cabin in Big Sur, January 2008. David was fooling around with some sounds in DADGAD and I started free vocalizing to this very modal, lonesome sound. He said something appreciative about an interesting "note of complaint" in my voice. Upon the word "complaint," a cascade of images tumbled in unbidden. I saw this woman, and I knew her story. It's a story that has been universal since time immemorial, only this one happens to take place in a sepia-toned Appalachian mountain town cabin in the 1800s. I don't know how I knew that. Usually when songwriters say "I don't write the songs, they come through me," I'm a bit like "uh-huh." I understand inspiration, but I happen to think *I* actually pretty much *write* most of my songs. But this one...I just grabbed my pen and channeled. And David let me. Very cool.
Song Description
Leaping from a sepia-toned portrait of a remote and wintry Appalachian mountain cabin, a brave and lonely young woman wonders where her fiance is after months of silence.
| Song Length |
2:13 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, Folk - Rock |
Lyrics
JAMISON BROWN
Cold railroad trail
old milking pail
Ten days no mail
Firewood's long gone
March coming on
Curtains are drawn
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Ahhh, ahh, ahh ah ah
Floor's dusty cold
Bones are getting old
shouldering all the load
Doors locked at night
Gun by my side
Ready for a fight
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Ahhh, ahh, ahh ah ah
(instr)
Jamison Brown
Pride of the town
Bought my wedding gown
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Where's my Jamie?
Ahhh, ahh, ahh ah ah