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Oh, John Dillon was my good time country buddy
Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last away
He was just a hired farm hand, worked old man land
Retired on his birthday
Yeah, he wore a size shoe, had skin like alligator
Lord, he could pick up a deer and walk right out of woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he me one refrain
And I that song by John Dillon James

One July Monday I met him at the fishing hole
But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin
His your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
His eyes red as beets, looked like he cried
And I he sat on knees cause his overalls were muddy
But my ten old mind didn't understand
He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line
And I recall that song by Dillon James

Well, I got my ticket for the in the sky
I've been to the man, I'm gonna fly
Paid the down on my knees
A from heaven promised me
I got my ticket for the in the sky

Well, it was one year to the day on a July morning
I waited at the fishing but old Dillon, he didn't show
came down about noon, and said
Son, I've got some
rested old Dillon's soul
Yeah, and I walked up to his
Looked at old big Dillon
Lord that I saw a pair of wings
That tables set but I good, for at last I understood
That sung by John Dillon James