James Dean
James Dean
James Dean, James Dean
Hear the story of James Dean
He is gone, he is gone
But his memory still lives on
It all began when a strange
young man
went forth to seek his goal
His chance was slim and the
task was grim,
but there was steel in this man's soul
The way was rough and the
breaks were tough,
but still he forged ahead
He didn't stop till he reached the top,
then fate stepped in and
struck him dead
James Dean, James Dean,
hear the story of James Dean
He is gone, he is gone,
but his memory still lives on
His hair was fair and his smile was rare,
his eyes a haunting blue
He dressed in jeans like the seventeens
and did the things they liked to do
The shallow crowd argued
long and loud
he never would make good
It's plain to see he was born
to be like all great men,
misunderstood.
James Dean, James Dean,
hear the story of James Dean.
He is gone, he is gone,
but his memory still lives on.
In one year's time he had made his climb,
a giant now was he.
His race to fame
won the world acclaim,
then one more race.
He's laid to rest in the Middle West
He's played his final role
His life was brief, full of tears and grief,
but one thing sure,
he reached his goal.
James Dean, James Dean,
hear the story of James Dean.
He is gone, he is gone,
but his memory still lives on