Song Description
Writer witnesses a 19 year old boy drowned in a local lake
| Song Length |
3:14 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant |
Lyrics
Maybe his name was jimmy and maybe not.
Maybe he had a large family, one like I ain't got.
Maybe his mother is crying, his dad holds back the tears.
Maybe the people are saying it's sad only nineteen years.
Oh Jimmy
Maybe he'll be missed dearly and maybe not.
Maybe he lived on his own turf on an old worn down city block.
Maybe he sat alone crying, only yesterday.
But I bet he did not guess that today would be his last day.
Oh Jimmy.
Maybe he's partly relieved now and maybe not.
But I know I felt sick when police pulled him up from the dock.
And maybe he's resting above now, comforting those he loves.
Maybe he's a lone range spirit who watches us from above, from above.
Maybe his name was jimmy and maybe not.
Maybe he had a large family, one like I ain't got.
Maybe his mother is crying, his dad holds back the tears.
But surely the people are saying it's sad only nineteen years.
Oh Jimmy