Breakfast in Hell | Slaid Cleaves

🎵 Breakfast in Hell | Slaid Cleaves 🎵 - Length: 0:7:51

Breakfast in Hell - Written by Slaid Cleaves Recorded Live November 25, 2023 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: In the melting snows of Ontario Where the wind'll make you shiver It was the month of May up in Georgian Bay Near the mouth of the Musquash River Where the bears prowl and the coyotes howl And you can hear the osprey scream Back in '99 we were cutting pine And sending it down the stream Young Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay All the way from P.E.I. Where the weather's rough and it makes you tough No man's afraid to die Sandy came a smilin', Thirty Thousand Islands Was the place to claim his glory Now Sandy's gone but his name lives on This is Sandy's story Young Sandy Gray lives on today In the echoes of a mighty yell Listen close and you'll hear a ghost In this story that I tell, boys This story that I tell Now Sandy Gray was boss of the men who'd toss The trees onto the shore They'd come and go till they'd built a floe 100, 000 logs or more And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn Sound To cut 'em up in the mills for timber And the ships would haul spring summer and fall Till the ice came in December One Sabbath Day big Sandy Gray Came into camp with a Peavey on his shoulder With a thunder crack he dropped his axe And the room got a little bit colder Said, "Come on all you, we got work to do We gotta give 'er all we can give 'er There's a jam of logs at the little jog Near the mouth of the Musquash River" With no time to pray on the Lord's day They were hoping for God's forgiveness But the jam was high in a troubled sky And they set out about their business They poked with poles and ran with the rolls And tried to stay on their feet Every trick they tried, one man cried This logjam's got us beat!" But Sandy Gray was not afraid And he let out a mighty yell "I'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's breakfast in hell, boys Breakfast in hell!" Now every one of the men did the work of ten And Sandy scrambled up to the top He is working like a dog heaving 30 foot logs And it looked like he'd never stop They struggled on, these men so strong Till the jam began to sway Then they dove for cover to the banks of the river All except for Sandy Gray Now with thoughts of death they held their breath As they saw their friend go down They all knew in a second or two He'd be crushed or frozen or drowned They saw him fall and they heard him call Just once and then it was over Young Sandy Gray gave his life that day Near the mouth of the Musquash River But Sandy Gray was not afraid And he let out a mighty yell "I'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's breakfast in hell, boys Breakfast in hell!" East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room There's no fences and no walls And if you listen close you'll hear a ghost Down by Sandy Gray Falls Through the tops of the trees you'll hear in the breeze The echoes of a mighty yell "I'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's breakfast in hell" And Sandy Gray lives on today And he let out a mighty yell "I'll be damned, we'll break this jam Or it's breakfast in hell, boys Breakfast in hell!"