Sam Falbo's Blues (Live) Lyrics

Samuel T. Falbo was born in Floyd County

Late 1950 in eastern Kentucky

Raised by a TV repairman who tinkered

With old radios in a dimly lit kitchen

Never able to put much food on the table

In a coal-covered holler in southern Floyd County

Sam and his brothers all split for Ohio

The day that oldest was legal to drive

Stacked in an Oldsmobile shoulder to shoulder

Like the bedroom they'd shared all those years in Kentucky

Six hungry brothers, all feeling lucky

Running Route 23 to a home in Ohio

Samuel T. Falbo found work on Lake Erie

Pouring three hundred miles of the Ohio Turnpike

With his three younger brothers and an old Puerto Rican

Who could outwork those Falbos even when he'd been drinking

From the time he woke up, to the five o'clock whistle

To a smoke-filled hotel room on the Ohio Turnpike

Sam met a girl who washed clothes for a living

On the corner of Mill Street in Huron, Ohio

And the traffic on Mill Street stood still when she'd smile

And she always did smell like the freshest of linens

So he gave her his name and she gave him six children

All baptized in a single room church on Lake Erie

Samuel T. Falbo bought a house by an orchard

That stretched from the tracks nearly clear to the turnpike

Where his two oldest brothers toiled when they were sober

Enough to pick apples from twenty-foot ladders

And when they weren't scrapping metal or trading in horses

Or sleeping on couches in the house by the orchard

Sam was an old man before he turned thirty

From decades of concrete and honest hard living

Paycheck to paycheck, layaway and credit

Knowing this life would kill him, if only he'd let it

And a month after forty, old Falbo he let it

And they buried Sam Falbo by a church on Lake Erie

Samuel T. Falbo died broke and unnoticed

A stroke in an Oldsmobile on County Line 20

Leaving seven mouths hungry and fourteen hands empty

And no food on the table in a dimly lit kitchen

Just seven mouths hungry and fourteen eyes weeping

And one middle-aged widow who smelled like the linens