Jimmy was a regular
at the local drinking bar
He worked like everybody else
and his ways were mean and hard
I met him as a little boy
and I laughed at him as I grew
Jimmy's life was tough
and seemed like everybody knew
That Jimmy was a drinkin' kind of man
He loved to hear a good hillbilly band
A scar across his face
was Jimmy's brand
Jimmy was a drinkin' kind of man
We got to be together
before 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, it's hell to be alone
Cause Jimmy was a drinkin' kind of man
He loved to hear a good hillbilly band
The scar across his face
was Jimmy's brand
He thought Jimmy was a
drinkin' kind of man
I finally got to see old 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 mama's eyes were filled with tears
as I stepped in the door
She said Jimmy was a
drinkin' kind of man
He loved to hear a good hillbilly band
A scar across his face
was Jimmy's brand
Jimmie was a drinkin' kind of man
He loved to hear a
good hillbilly band
The scar across his face