Why Do You Think I Like... Cocaine?

I knew an 'ol boy who took his girl out on a country road the other day. Stopped his car and took his key out. Says to his gal, "Now are you gonna be like a Camel and walk a mile? Or like a Chesterfield that satisfy?" She said, "It depends on if it's King size or regular, daddy?"
And so begins Abner Jay's "I'm So Depressed," the first song on the "terrible comedy blues" that is The True Story of Abner Jay that Mississippi Records released last year. I've had a burn of this for several years but ain't nothing like the real thing, and if you play this back-to-back with Folk Song Stylist, which Mississippi also put out, you will hear more than just the Charles Barkley of one-man bands- you'll get warmth and beauty coming from those cheap ole speakers, because when the man is not tellin' dick jokes ("Listen. They got a pill on the market now, for fellas who're havin' a little trouble, but you got gotta swallow it down quickly 'cause if you don't you'll get a stiff neck."), he's singing ever so smoothly about cocaine or Vietnam or terrible things. Abner is one of those singers who will help you put your self-pity in perspective- somehow your pain just feels silly when you hear his voice, because you have to believe he has suffered far worse than you ever will, and he's still doing butt gags and sprayin' soldier jokes ("A young boy was in here last night. He had just been drafted. He had to go to Vietnam. and he had his little 'old girlfriend with him. And she was crying because he had to leave her behind for the front. it was hard when he left. So they left here and went down to the depot and she was cryin' down there because he pulled out too soon. So he kissed her and went off in his uniform.") Put this on and follow the liner note directions- now it's buck dancing time!