Well, I’m your snowblower, baby
I’m gonna blow your snow today
Well, I’m your snowblower, baby
I’m gonna blow it all away
If you invite me in for hot chocolate
You might invite me to stay

Well, I’ve got plenty of horsepower, baby
I’ve got enough to get the job done
I’ve got plenty of horsepower, baby
I’ve got enough to get the job done
When you got the right equipment, it makes it all a lot more fun

Well, I’m your snowblower, baby
I get to blow your snow today
I’m your snowblower, baby
I get to blow your snow today
I know you got hot chocolate
I know you want me to stay and play
My guitar…

 

Well, my auger and my impeller
They never get jammed up tight
My auger and my impeller
They stay clear all through the night
Don’t need no broomstick handle
Everything’s gonna be all right

‘Cause I’m your snowblower, baby
I got to blow your snow today
I’m your snowblower, baby
I got to blow your snow today
If you invite me in for hot chocolate, I won’t have to beg
No, I won’t have to beg
Baby, please don’t make me beg
To stay…

James Taylor wrote “Steamroller Blues” as a way to poke fun at the pseudo-blues artists of his day, but it became one of his better-known hits, and a lyrically-scandalous one at that. Up here in Boyne City, we get a lot of snow, so we’re partial to snowblowers. I have two, and I use them to clear a few of the driveways in the trailerhood. People are grateful that they don’t have to shovel, and they are generous in their appreciation. So, I have an excuse to store, maintain, repair, fix, disassemble, reassemble and, finally, to operate these weird little machines, and then to write a blues song about it.

The proud owner of not one, but two, old snowblowers

I admired Warren Zevon’s “Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner” in part because he successfully incorporated the word “Johannesburg” into the lyric; in a similar vein, I always enjoy singing about ‘my auger and my impeller.’  (Look at the video on YouTube; the auger gathers up the snow, and the impeller flings it away.

Depending on conditions, they can get blocked up with ice and packed snow, and it seems like you always end up using a broomstick handle to clear it. Just don’t stick your hands in there.)

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Acoustic guitar, vocal  3:23

“Snowblower Blues” Lyrics & Music © 2018 Daniel Donovan Farrow  All Rights Reserved