Boomer Johnson
Frank Hayes Lyrics
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But you don't expect a bad man to go 'rasslin' pans and pots.
He'd done his share of killin', but his draw was gettin' slow
So he quits a-punchin' cattle and he takes to punchin' dough.
Our foreman up an hires him thinkin' age had rode him tame
But a snake don't get no sweeter by the changin' of his name.
Boomer knew his business, he could cook to make you smile
He didn't use no matches, left 'em layin' on the shelf
Just some kerosene and cussin', and the kindlin' lit itself
Pardner, I will tell you, it would give a man a jolt
Just to see him stir frijoles with the barrel of his Colt.
He built his doughnuts solid, and it sure would curl your hair
Just to see him plug the holes when he tossed them in the air,
He drilled the holes plumb center every time his pistol spoke,
'Til the can was full of doughnuts and the shack was full of smoke.
We was all a-gettin' jumpy but he couldn't understand
How his shootin' made us nervous when his shootin' was so grand.
He kept right on performin' and it weren't no surprise
When he took to markin' tombstones on the covers of his pies.
They didn't look no better nor they didn't taste no worse
But settin' at the table was Iike ridin' in a hearse.
We didn't do no talkin' and we took just what we got
We et 'til we was foundered just to keep from gettin' shot.
It was early one bright mornin', I was feelin' kinda low
When Boomer passed the doughnuts, I answered, "Plenty, no
Coffee's all this trip I'm takin','cause my stomach is a wreck."
You could see the lust for killin' swell the wattles of his neck.
Scorn his grub! He strung some doughnuts on the barrel of his gun
He shoved it in my gizzard and he says, "You're takin' some."
He was set to start a graveyard but for once he was mistook
Me not wantin' any doughnuts, well I up and salts the cook.
Did they fire him? Listen, pardner, there was nothin' left to fire
Just a row of smilin' faces and another cook to hire,
If he found another outfit and is cookin', what I mean,
It's where they don't need matches and they don't use kerosene.
The song "Boomer Johnson" by Frank Hayes is a humorous tale about an aging cowboy who makes a career change from cattle punching to dough punching. The song describes how Boomer Johnson, a former killer with a slow draw, becomes a cook with a unique way of doing things. He doesn't use matches and instead uses kerosene to light the kindling for the fire. He also uses the barrel of his Colt to stir the frijoles and drill holes into the doughnuts, filling them with smoke as he does.
As the story progresses, the other cowboys at the ranch become increasingly uneasy with Boomer's unconventional cooking methods, which include marking tombstones on the covers of his pies. When he forces a doughnut on the singer, who politely declines, Boomer's desire for killing rises to the surface. The singer takes matters into his own hands and salts the cook, resulting in Boomer's termination.
The song is a commentary on the value of experience and the difficulty of transitioning from one line of work to another. Boomer Johnson's skills as a killer don't necessarily translate to skills in the kitchen, yet he finds a way to make a new career for himself. However, his unconventional methods and inability to adapt to the norms of cooking result in his downfall.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh, Mister Boomer Johnson was a-gettin' old in spots
Boomer Johnson was aging and his skills were deteriorating
But you don't expect a bad man to go 'rasslin' pans and pots.
It is unusual for someone known for their violent behavior to take up cooking
He'd done his share of killin', but his draw was gettin' slow
Boomer Johnson had a history of violence, but he was no longer as quick as he used to be
So he quits a-punchin' cattle and he takes to punchin' dough.
He stops working as a ranch hand and starts cooking instead
Our foreman up an hires him thinkin' age had rode him tame
His new employer hires him assuming he has become less aggressive with age
But a snake don't get no sweeter by the changin' of his name.
A dangerous person does not become any less dangerous just because of a change in occupation
Boomer knew his business, he could cook to make you smile
Despite his past, Boomer was skilled at cooking
But say, he wrangled fodder in a most peculiar style.
Boomer had some unusual techniques for cooking
He didn't use no matches, left 'em layin' on the shelf
Boomer did not use matches to start fires
Just some kerosene and cussin', and the kindlin' lit itself
Instead, he used kerosene and profanity to light fires
Pardner, I will tell you, it would give a man a jolt
His methods of cooking were surprising and sometimes alarming
Just to see him stir frijoles with the barrel of his Colt.
He would use his gun to stir beans
He built his doughnuts solid, and it sure would curl your hair
Boomer made his doughnuts very dense
Just to see him plug the holes when he tossed them in the air,
He would plug the holes in his doughnuts by shooting them with his gun
He drilled the holes plumb center every time his pistol spoke,
He was very accurate with his gun and could hit the center of the doughnuts consistently
'Til the can was full of doughnuts and the shack was full of smoke.
He made so many doughnuts that the kitchen was filled with smoke
We was all a-gettin' jumpy but he couldn't understand
His fellow cooks were nervous about his behavior, but he did not comprehend why
How his shootin' made us nervous when his shootin' was so grand.
He did not understand why his gun use made others uncomfortable, as he was very accurate
He kept right on performin' and it weren't no surprise
Boomer continued to shoot his gun while cooking, despite others being nervous
When he took to markin' tombstones on the covers of his pies.
He began to inscribe grave markers on the pies he made, which further worried his colleagues
They didn't look no better nor they didn't taste no worse
Despite his strange behavior, the quality of his cooking did not suffer
But settin' at the table was Iike ridin' in a hearse.
Eating with Boomer was an uncomfortable experience
We didn't do no talkin' and we took just what we got
Boomer's colleagues were silent at meals and did not ask for anything special
We et 'til we was foundered just to keep from gettin' shot.
They ate as much as possible to keep Boomer from shooting them
It was early one bright mornin', I was feelin' kinda low
On a particular morning, one colleague was not feeling well
When Boomer passed the doughnuts, I answered, 'Plenty, no
When offered a doughnut, the colleague declined
Coffee's all this trip I'm takin','cause my stomach is a wreck.'
He only wanted coffee due to feeling ill
You could see the lust for killin' swell the wattles of his neck.
Boomer became angry that someone did not want his doughnuts
Scorn his grub! He strung some doughnuts on the barrel of his gun
In response, Boomer strung doughnuts on his gun
He shoved it in my gizzard and he says, 'You're takin' some.'
He then forced the doughnuts on his colleague
He was set to start a graveyard but for once he was mistook
Boomer, who had been acting dangerously, was surprised when he did not get the response he expected
Me not wantin' any doughnuts, well I up and salts the cook.
The colleague responded by insulting Boomer
Did they fire him? Listen, pardner, there was nothin' left to fire
After the incident, there was no reason to fire Boomer
Just a row of smilin' faces and another cook to hire,
Boomer's colleagues were glad that he was gone and a new cook was hired
If he found another outfit and is cookin', what I mean,
If Boomer continues to cook for someone else
It's where they don't need matches and they don't use kerosene.
It will have to be somewhere that does not require his unusual cooking methods
Contributed by Jonathan Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Oliver Walters
Oh Christ I didn't expect anyone to have a copy of this tape, thanks dude!
Loaded Dice
OK, Boomer
Arcadia Berger
I'm old enough to remember an episode of Death Valley Days which featured Boomer Johnson shooting holes in doughnuts with a pistol.
Back when Ronald Reagan was just a harmless eccentric on television....