I have gotten out of the habit of posting a crime song every week, this will get back into the habit. This week we have an original composition written by Mob blogger and musician Casey McBride. He tells the tale of Al Winter, the crime boss of Portland Oregon during prohibition and the Depression era. Al Winter was the Frank Costello of Oregon and Washington state.
Old Man Winter may have sold his soul
but Old Man Winter got a pot of gold
on the Green Felt Jungle in the desert sand
lay down your silver for that cold old man
talkin’ bout’ Old Man Winter
Winter can be so cold
And Old Man Winter may have sold that soul
but Old Man Winter got a great big home
way out west where them pines grow tall
where he rolled the dice and laid down the law
talkin’ bout’ Old Man Winter
Winter can be so cold
So if you see him coming better shake his hand
look him in the eye, and better understand
in the great northwest that cold bites hard
and he controls the dice and he holds the cards
talkin’ bout’ Old Man Winter
Winter can be so cold
