Jimmy was a regular at the local drinking bar He worked like everybody else and ways were mean and hard I met him as a little boy and I liked him as I grew Jimmy's life was tough and seemed like everybody knew
That Jimmy was a drinking kind of man He loved to hear a good hillbilly band The scar across his face was Jimmy's brand Cause Jimmy was a drinking kind of man
We got to be together 'fore the good Lord tucked him in He said I'm never coming back to this old town again Said no one understands me folks don't even want me home He took a drink of wine and said its hell to be alone
I finally got to see ole Jim after being gone so long By the crowd of cars around his house I could tell there was something wrong I arrived in time to find him in a pine box on the floor His momma's eyes were filled with tears as I stepped in the door
