In the frost-bitten shadows of rural Canada, a vagrant's tale of dignity amid destitution unfolds with stark poetic clarity. The narrator recounts an encounter with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police while sleeping rough in "Speedy Creek" (Swift Current, Saskatchewan). With masterful understatement, Wall crafts a character who maintains pride despite his circumstances—responding to authority with musical defiance through a Jimmie Rodgers reference. The handcuffs click, and the officer's condescending assumption about the narrator's possessions reveals society's judgment of the homeless. Yet in the chorus, our protagonist claims ownership of what truly matters: health, his iconic cowboy hat, cheap wine, and memories of better days when he had "thirteen silver dollars and my mind." The repetition of this chorus emphasizes both loss and resilience. Wall's sparse, image-rich language evokes the loneliness of the Canadian prairie and the quiet dignity of those living on its margins, creating a modern folk ballad that honors the tradition of outlaw country while painting a portrait of contemporary rural poverty.
Thirteen Silver Dollars
Lyrics
It was a cold and cruel evening
Sneaking up on Speedy Creek
I found myself sleepin' in the snow
For one or two odd reasons
I ain't too proud to repeat
For now, we'll say I had no place to go
There was a rustle and a humming
Just hauling down the street
I drew myself up from my icy bed
Painted on that shiny car, the letters R-C-M and P
I can feel a little aching in my head
And then out jumps this old boy
About twice the size of me
He asked me for my name and where I dwell
I just looked him in the eye
And sang Blue Yodel Number 9
He didn't catch the reference, I could tell
Then the old familiar click
In the handcuffs bind and grip
You should have left me in the snow, where I laid
He just laughed and touched his gun
And turned to me and he said
Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing to your name
Well, I got my health, my John B Stetson
Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
Well, I got my health, my John B Stetson
Got me a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine
And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston
Along with thirteen silver dollars and my mind
Writer(s): Colter Wall
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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