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The Ballad of Jimmy Ray Jones

The Ballad of Jimmy Ray Jones William Wiser Appalachian Heritage, Volume 3, Number 2, Spring 1975, pp. 68-77 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1975.0006 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/442890/summary Access provided at 20 Feb 2020 00:04 GMT from JHU Libraries The Ballad of Jimmy Ray Jones by WILLIAM WISER Whenever the pool hall shut down for You'd have figured the sight of that a spell and the streets emptied out and black Chevvy with "State Revenue Depart- little kids and their dogs were snatched in- ment" painted on the door would have doors you knew that Ralph Jones was back stirred Ralph out of his rocking chair, but in town. And he was, sure enough. Told his Ralph didn't so much as take his boots daddy he'd been off to Nashville, and he down off the porch railing. He was drunk, had a three-inch gash down the side of his but not unconscious drunk. Nor disturbing- face to show for it. the-peace drunk—just sort of red-eyed, Ralph was one of the no-account breath-smelling, mean-talking drunk, if you understand me. Joneses. His teeth grew in crooked and seemed like it made him mad at the world. The two State http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

The Ballad of Jimmy Ray Jones

Wiser, William.
Appalachian Review , Volume 3 (2) – Jan 8, 2014
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William Wiser Appalachian Heritage, Volume 3, Number 2, Spring 1975, pp. 68-77 (Article) Published by The University of North Carolina Press DOI: https://doi.org/10.1353/aph.1975.0006 For additional information about this article https://muse.jhu.edu/article/442890/summary Access provided at 20 Feb 2020 00:04 GMT from JHU Libraries The Ballad of Jimmy Ray Jones by WILLIAM WISER Whenever the pool hall shut down for You'd have figured the sight of that a spell and the streets emptied out and black Chevvy with "State Revenue Depart- little kids and their dogs were snatched in- ment" painted on the door would have doors you knew that Ralph Jones was back stirred Ralph out of his rocking chair, but in town. And he was, sure enough. Told his Ralph didn't so much as take his boots daddy he'd been off to Nashville, and he down off the porch railing. He was drunk, had a three-inch gash down the side of his but not unconscious drunk. Nor disturbing- face to show for it. the-peace drunk—just sort of red-eyed, Ralph was one of the no-account breath-smelling, mean-talking drunk, if you understand me. Joneses. His teeth grew in crooked and seemed like it made him mad at the world. The two State

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