Copenhagen

Oh, this just brought back the worst memories.

When I used to earn $5 an hour as a child working for my grandfather, my grandfather chewed Copenhagen.

So he'd put it in his lip and it'd be there and it would make all the juice.

And then he'd spit it in his garbage.

And I just remember that.

So we're not going to call her Spatula because Spatula to me now is the juice.

from Copenhagen.

Yeah, yeah.

Like I didn't, like nobody in my family smoked cigarettes, pipes.

I had an uncle who dipped Copenhagen, but like, you know, secretly when nobody was looking like, but I never, I never tried it.

So my point is like, There was nothing really to trigger my interest in cigars, but it was always there.

The first time I saw one in a humidor at a hotel where I was staying once I started traveling professionally in my early 20s.

Yeah.

And then this first dip of Copenhagen and not puke my guts out.

Yeah.

Every single day.

If I can get the fuel.

Sittin' in a cafe long about halfway on the all-weather route Drinkin' coffee black in a load king hat and a Marlboro hangin' from his mouth He said, I'm done, this is my last run, I'm cashin' in my snow chains I've done ten and eight on the road, it's late, and now I'm gonna pack it in I've seen them come and I've seen them go, two-time and double-back All the way to Fort McPherson, blowing smoke from both of my stacks I've done my time on my two-line as a lonesome highway wrangler Tired of growing my mutton chops like a Yukon riverboat gambler Through the ice and the snow at Fort of Below, I fell right through the storm Across the Arctic Circle, white knuckles and my gears are worn highway couldn't get the best of me way up on top of the world Skagway Sue with the wolf tattoo She put a little chew in her lip Tucked away the can of Copenhagen brands That have been trying to quit With a nicotine like the Eagle Plane She gets right into your blood Hooked on the tone of the Big Mac's groan Growling down in the mud She'd be the first to tell of the curse Of the diesel and the alloy steel On the ride away to McKenzie Bay There's a magnetic pull on the wheel There's strange things done in the midnight sun Say a prayer on a jackknife brick Keep the trench underneath your boots Through the ice and the snow At 40 below I fell right through the storm Across the arctic circle White knuckles and my gears are worn And a damn dope damster highway Couldn't get the best of me Way up on top of the world The coffee now was down to the crowns, the talk was getting low.

There's a blown valve on the number 12, came the crackle on the radio.

If you're going south, you better go now, before the north takes a hold.

I was afraid I was of the repercussions of if I told the truth and what I get abused, would I lose something, whatever that looked like.

And so to me with my former spouse, you know, I had a, Copenhagen, you know, for years since I was 16, you know, and then I quit and then, you know, then I come back.

And so it was like one of those ones she knew after I quit, you know, during our first time of us dating and then getting married.

And I was like, I don't know how many years, but I was like, I can never tell her that I'm doing it again.

Wait a minute for that.

A big mouth full of Copenhagen.

Oh,

dude.

And but I was still chewing tobacco at the time.

Two cans of Copenhagen a day.

when i had gotten home from this trip i was trying to quit tobacco so i had i was edgy and you know construction workers out on a construction site you've got a dip in your mouth all day long yeah and what's in

your hand afterwards