Hurricane Jones

Hurricane Jones

Kingwood Kowboy's picture



Liner Notes: 

Many folk and country songs are derived from real life events. Be as it may, this is mine.
My Daddy had Huntington's Disease, the same ailment that caused Woodie Guthrie to become a wayward-wind wanderer who could never settle down.
When I was a young boy, Daddy worked at the Gladstell Sawmill in Conroe, Texas.
Besides stacking lumber, he was also a night watchman, and carried a double barrel shotgun (never used it on anybody).
One night we were watching the big smoldering sawdust-pile where the scrap lumber trimmings were deposited off a long conveyor belt.
Daddy unloaded both barrels into the top of the sawdust pile. Sparks and flaming cinders shot sky-high like roman candles.
It was a memorable sight.
Unfortunately, Ivy "Hurricane Jones" earned his nickname on several occasions.

Bill Thanks to Kingwood Kowboy for allowing me to put a cajun spin on his song. I have long admired his lyrics and had a lot of fun singing them.


Hurricane Jones

Well, my own Daddy’s name was Ivy
But he was known as Hurricane Jones
Yes, he was kin to the wayward wind
Mama saw that was the way with him

He was born in Louisiana
And my dear Mama was born there too
Now, I was born in Corpus Christi
Right in the middle of World War Two

Hurricane Jones was my Daddy’s name
Maybe the wayward wind was to blame
Hurricane Jones didn’t leave no stones
His life rolled on as Hurricane Jones


My Mama raised us kids in Texas
While Daddy worked anywhere he could
Well digger or on a garbage truck
And Gladstell sawmill where he stacked wood

When I saw my Mama’s hungry eyes
And her tired fingers worked to the bone
That’s when I wondered where Daddy was
Just like a hurricane he was gone

Hurricane Jones was my Daddy’s name
Maybe the wayward wind was to blame
Hurricane Jones didn’t leave no stones
His life rolled on as Hurricane Jones

Hurricane Jones didn’t leave no stones
His life rolled on as Hurricane Jones

Please keep your comments respectful, honest, and constructive. Please focus on the song and not the demo.


So his birthday was the 12th - great song to write.

It’d be a tough song to do, now knowing it was your dad.

He passed before I was born. How long did you know him?, you don’t look that old.

Anyway, - it’s a good one.

billwhite51's picture

this would work well as a cajun tune. my best friend used to play with doug kershaw so im pretty familiar with that style. if you dont mind it sounding a little too much like cajun joe the bully of the bayou, i might be able to do something along thise lines with it. let me know if you are interested.

cts's picture

Well this is an interesting swath out of the fabric of your life! I can hear this playing out in several musical genres. And believe it or not, I can also hear Boxcar Willie taking a stab at this. This is a great read, and I came away from this knowing that Huntington's Disease is very real.

kahlo2013's picture

This was incredible for me to read... I really loved your personal and poetic perspective on a very tough topic. In my line of work I have cared for many people with HD and am involved in presymptomatic counseling and testing of interested individuals. It has been such an incredible experience to work with people at such difficult times in their lives and such an honor to know the their stories and the impact this disease has had. I actually just did a 2 hour class on HD for our Genetic Counseling graduate students and genetics fellows. It is always one of the harder classes for me to prepare for even though I have taught about it for 20 years as it brings the stories of the people I have worked with, many of whom are no longer here or who have had progressive life challenges due to the disease, front and center into my heart and thoughts. Thanks for sharing this beautifully poignant and powerful personal account.

Great collaboration, glad Bill took to it!

If Bill sends me the/his MP3 I have a overdub I'd like to try, probably giving a skew of "The Band" ishness... but can't know 'till hear it outta my head.

I don't care if it gets used, -- just like seeing how it may come out for my own satisfaction.

(I was concerned doing anything for anyone's Dad, that I don't "know", -- but like this direction.)