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
and seemed like everybody knew
That Jimmy was a drinkin' kind of man
He loved to hear a good hillbilly band
Jimmy was a drinkin' kind of man
before the good Lord tucked him in
He said, I'm never coming back
Said, no one understands me,
folks don't even want me home
and said, it's hell to be alone
Cause Jimmy was a drinkin' kind of man
He loved to hear a good hillbilly band
I finally got to see old Jim
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
He loved to hear a good hillbilly band
Jimmie was a drinkin' kind of man