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JIMMY'S TALE
JIMMY'S TALE
(T. Beechey)
A man I knew named Jimmy Brown lived on the outskirts of town
And,for a while,everything was right till he caught a glimpse of the city lights
He was born and bred a farmer's son,where animals roamed and chores were done
A simple life which suited him fine till those city lights began to shine
Then the parties and pleasures were never enough,so he cashed in his dreams in exchange for that stuff
Squandered each hope for the sake of cheap thrills,then fate took his life in a failed test of wills
Tie-dyed shirts replaced his overalls,mornings were absent of roosters' calls
Which didn't matter since he never slept as he seldom left the company he kept
He rarely gave a moment's thought to what he'd left,what he'd been taught
Those days were now a lifetime behind --- out of sight,out of mind
Cause he lived for fun,the glamor and glitz and he traded his virtue to get a few hits
Threw away his fortune for simply a taste,then fate took his life and laid it to waste
From the moment that he ambled in,Jimmy's world seemed to begin
He was introduced to styles and ways that had eluded his farmboy days
His walk,his talk had radically changed and he dismissed his past as "strange"
And vowed never again to walk or stand on anything connected to farmland
He didn't want the fantasy to end and took all he could at the cost of a friend
Lived it up big at his family's expense,then fate took his life for recompense
Yes,he bid adieu to the family farm then,with his coat slung over his arm
He never looked back at where he came,for the city limits were calling his name
And,as life passed before his eyes,another voice did surely rise
Those of his family back on the farm,intuitively knowing of his harm
Now he always looked to have a good time,so he sold his soul for only a dime
Gave his heart away for merely a kiss,then fate took his life over that miss
