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