Lyrics

Folding up the L.A. Times
I was feeling bad at that
Six men were changing
And I was out luck

Sang to the man in the jailhouse
He said, could I be his girl
I said, ?Me? No fool!?
But I was out of luck

Chorus: Old Jim Boy, if he was still alive
He be singing out of key
Old Jim Boy, if he was still alive
He be here, helping me
I guess you know, I guess you know
He was a good,
He was a good friend to me

Sitting in greyhound station
Three hammer heads jumped on me
They took my ticket
Smiled as the bus drove away

Bar rooms are made for loners
And this rule applies to me
Talking and fighting
The way I learn to be

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Lead

Now, every Sunday morning
I hear that Jesus saves
You know, I get free meal
I sing the reverend?s songs


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