He Walked Right In and He Turned Around and He Walked Right Out Again
LYRICS
We put an extra on the street Last Monday afternoon, To show the boys about the mines What old John L. was doin’. We published a letter, And told the story right, How Lewis wrote to Louis He was weary of the fight How Lewis wrote to Louis Giving him a tip To take his bag and baggage And leave the battered ship. When Louey saw our extra, He got in an awful heat; He swore some awful cuss words, As he tore up Union Street. “I’ll get this Jim McLachlan, I’ll wreck his bloody plant.” But Louey sort of weakened When he noticed Leighton Grant.
Chorus Then he walked right in, turned around, And he walked right out some more, Leighton Grant was close behind When Louey cleared the door. Just one look at Mr. Grant, And Louey filt a pain: So he walked right in, turned around, And he walked right out again.
Grant was folding papers, As peaceful as could be When Louey rushes wildly in, And Louey says, says he: “Where’s this man, McLachlan, And what right has he To publish that letter My master sent to me; Where did he get that letter?” Poor Louey tore his hair, “oh,, damn you, Jim McLachlan, There’s dirty work somewhere. That letter there was only meant For just John L. and me, It’s in the Labor Herald now Where everyone can see: I’ll fix you, Jim McLachlan, You’ll never have a chance-” Poor Louey never finished- Someone grabbed him by the pants!
MLH 27 September 1924, p.
By Albert Lionais
Albert Lionais – acoustic guitar and vocals, Colin Grant- fiddle
About Albert Lionais
Albert Lionais spends much of his days drinking tea and listening to old LPs. He grew up in a musical family in Little Bras d’Or on Cape Breton Island and spent much of his childhood making music with his family, playing in marching bands and the school orchestra. Over the past few years Albert has taken to writing folk songs and telling stories of what could very well be real life situations. He currently resides in Sydney, Cape Breton and wishes to one day live as a recluse down north with his record player, a dog, a guitar and a pretty lady.
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