Blues for Jimmy

Well I'm talking about whiskey drinking through the night
And if all goes well, we gonna find a fight.
The Worthen House was your delight.
You got women on your mind all the while.

I miss them good ole days, my friend.
I’m wishing them days would never end.
If only I could bring them back again,
But the wheel it just keep spinning round and round.

Day and night we’d boogie on down.
Just carrying on like a couple of clowns
Buzzing round ole L-Town
Sometimes I wonder how the hell we made it on through

Now there are many a day I sit and I think
About all that fucking crazy ****
And all them times we should called it quits
But in stead we just keep rambling on and on…

You just an old drunken, iron-luggin' fool, Jim.
You just an old drunken, Irish-fightin' fool.
And you singing every step along the way to the grave
Them old drunken iron-luggin' blues.

Well I see you now, Jimmy, 10 floors up.
Lugging number 9s until 5:00 o’clock
When the day is though you head down the block
To the nearest bar and you order up a tall glass of booze

While you’re sitting there, Jimmy, withering away
Drinking that booze till the break of day.
I’ll be somewhere so very far away.
But not so far where I can’t find my way back home

Because Lowell is where the family’s at
It’s the place you know you’re gonna always head back
Once or twice, maybe three times a year.
Don’t shed no tear for me, sweet lady, I’m home today.

So won’t you raise your glasses to that man.
Let’s take some time, we’re gonna make a stand
I know he’s right here, listening.
He’s just sitting at the bar, drinking Beam… Jim Beam!

You just an old drunken, iron-luggin' fool, Jim.
You just an old drunken, Irish-fightin' fool.
And you singing every step along the way to the grave
Them old drunken iron-luggin' blues.
Yeah, I'm talking about them old....
Them old....
Them dunken iron....
Iron-lugging blues.