The Ballad of Jimmy Jones [preview]
The Ballad of Jimmy Jones
Jimmy Jones was a rolling stone
And he called this town his own
Made his way into my place
And asked if he could stay awhile
Rolled up his cuffs, dug into his stuff
He said that I had not seen enough
Of this world to know all the things he could show
He told me this will blow your mind
He took this town by storm and found
He could make it his playground
And I must confess we were all impressed
By the charm of our distinguished guest
In his bag of tricks were pixie sticks
And the sweetest cunning mix
Of mystery and magnetry
Far and the eye could see for miles
He turned with a smile, strode right up with style
To announce to the crowd a trial
For which he would be the judge, you see,
To procure a proceeding free of lies
He took this town by storm and found
He could make it his playground
And I must confess we were all impressed
By the charm of our distinguished guest
Mary Jane was stoned and slain
and hung on the cross in shame
They said her sin no one could pin
On any other thing
But her love for lust. She could not be trusted,
This justice is a must
And not her alone, Mr. Jones,
There are others who have shown us lies
He took this town by storm and found
He could make it his playground
And I must confess we were all impressed
By the charm of our distinguished guest
Now there ain’t much left but a beat up truck
And even that was going up in flames
He packed and called his brother Jesus up
Left nothing with us but our names
He’s fearsome and famous
He’s done this to shame us
Now how can you blame us?