When I think of Jimmy I see a kid fourteen or more
Ready for a party,Swagger through the dance hall door
With Sandi right behind him, they were "Johnny on the spot"
To help in any way they could, and they surely helped alot

Jim and Sandi would run errands, and they were our faithful fans
They'd gather what was missing, to help set up the band
You see back in those by gone days, we came up all the time
At Christmas and at New Years; and throughout the years we'd
Climb in that old pick up with the guitars and amps tied down
We surely rocked the rafters of that good old Clayton town.

The young folks seemed to love it, course they're parents were
Next door, till Bobby closed the bar down, when they'd fill the
Dance hall floor. And we sang and played till morning and it
Wasn't just for pay, but for lasting love and friendship
I remember to this day.

Then Jim one day took a wife and they had a bunch of kids
And he raised em up in Clayton town, just like his Daddy did
To say rheir life was hectic, tones the statement down a bit
there's nothin those kids wouldn't do, sometimes they gave me
Fits, for I drove em back and forth to school, seven years
I think. In the front seats of that school bus, when they
Couldn't smoke or drink

We had many a confrontation as those kids would like to stand
Against a common foe(that's me) but I still admire their stand
The way they stuck together was a lesson all its own, a trait
That would be nice to see in other family homes

Most folks judge a man by money, or the things that it can buy
The prestige of position, accmulated before he dies, but Jim was
Always wealthy when he didn't have a dime. He held out his hand
In friendship, and there never was a time, if someone could use
His help or needed a place to stay, they were welcome as spring
Flowers, and he lived his life that way.

His sparring partners gone too, snatched up in her prime, and now
What really matters is what they left behind, for those kids
Turned out all aces. Dorothy, Chip, Michelle, and Vern. They can
Be proud of their parents, and lifes lessons they have learned

Of all the things we're gonna miss for no more will ever hear
That low gruff gravely voice say
"Chipper get me a beer"