Lyrics:
hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
hangin' day, the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up, killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows, she didn't even blink
into space over at the Jack of Hearts
Well, I know I've seen that face somewhere
Big Jim was thinkin' to himself
Maybe down in Mexico or a picture up
her own warm and loving spirit
Isn't it perfect, Jim
I hunted all over town to find it
You'll have to look at your watch a hundred times a day now
Give
Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows she didn't even blink
The hangin' judge was sober he hadn't had a drink
The festival was over, the boys were all plannin' for a fall
The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall
The curfew had been lifted
Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
And we pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud
Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
And we pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called the Cloud
a drink"
Old Jim said, "Yeah 'cause we got time to kill"
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot
We pulled into the parking lot
Of this place called,
Flu took his first born Jim Jr
No doubt his baby boy fought it hard like a trooper
Gone too soon like our land to the Sooners
It hit their marriage hard
by everyone
In the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forget
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
He called Jim
by everyone
In the saloon one evening Big took a bet with a rancher whose name I forget
He wanted a herd taken over the plain
He called Jim
athletes could cover debts
But they used fakes names to get by the rules
Can't be an amateur if your money's in the books
A shady game that Jim Thorpe played
to sit anywhere
So Jim looked around and he
Noticed there wasn't a prayer
Jim took off his rug, biding his time
Pounding his pud
He prayed until two,
of of a month
Been the strangest year
It's all gone by in the blink of an eye
There ain't no time for tears
Give it one last chance, one last dance
I got ice in
go down
[Jim Jones]
Straight out the projects be, I'm telling ya'll it was so hard for me (so hard)
Coming up hard in these Harlem streets, where
to be)
He gained a friend and that's all you need
(And that friend was me)
This is the tragic tale of Jim
(The tragic tale of Jim)
Who tried so hard just
you girl
I wish that you were my Pam
So I could be your Jim
I would try to make you smile
All of the time
When we’re hanging out at work
Or going out
of Emilia-Romagna. It’s a warm September morning and the piazza is crowded with people, watched over by the lofty bell tower of the 12th century Basilica of San
Joanne, is watching (no, no, no, no, no)
She must be turning over in her grave (yeah)
I admit I had to borrow a couple of M's from the label (label)
All
went by the name of Big Jim
He was outwardly bold but he wasn't too old
He wanted somethin' more than the championship gold
No he was fighting for
just having fun
Life was passing us by like traffic on the I5
I gotta name but it's not Ben Holt, and no, it's not Jim Croce
You could call me whatever
there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no since in takin' a chance
We was gettin' up gettiny ready to leave
In somebody grabbed o' Jim by the sleeve
It was this
aye.
Jim stevens walked on over;there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand.
It was hard to say who drawn his first, but Claude had made his stand.
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