Murder Ballad MondayThis story has no moral
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  1. I suppose some might think I trivialise this song by the way I end it – but I always get a smile from an audience with my adaptation of the last verse:

    This story has no ending, this story is no lie
    But this story does seem to say, stay away from that Nellie Bly

    • I suppose that’s the point that all the versions agree on implicitly, isn’t it? Thanks for the comment!

  2. I had a nice experience listening to Josh White and then Bob Dylan. My brain is mush tonight, so I can’t ramble about it. But…

    “Now it wasn’t murder in the first degree;
    wasn’t murder in the third.
    Frankie she simply dropped her man
    like a hunter drops a bird.”

    I love that kind of phrasing in these song… Real, brutal even, but not cold.

    ‘Course, the next stanza tells of three shots, which doesn’t exactly jibe with the ‘clean kill’ imagery of the former, but who’s counting?

    • I liked that phrasing, too. Frankie Baker didn’t shoot but once, and apparently it was a Harrington and Richardson .38–not a .41 or a .44.

      When it comes to shot counts, just wait until Friday.

    • I agree with you too, Pat. I love that kind of phrasing as well. Real, brutal. It reminds me of a bit I love from Fair Ellender, which is also real, brutal and, I think, cold too:

      The brown girl she was standing by
      With knife ground keen and sharp
      Between the long ribs and the short
      She pierced fair Ellender’s heart

      It’s so specific. I always trip over it a little bit.