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Oh, Dillon James was my good time country buddy
Well, we hunted, talked and his last days away
He was just a hired hand, worked old man Walker's land
Retired on his 68th
Yeah, he a size sixteen shoe, had skin like alligator
Lord, he could pick up a deer and right out of those woods
Old Dillon had a million tales but he me one refrain
And I recall that song by John James

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

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

Well, it was one to the day on a July Monday morning
I waited at the fishing hole but old Dillon, he show
Daddy came down about noon, and
Son, I've got some
Lord's rested old soul
Yeah, and I walked up to his
Looked at old big Dillon
Lord that I saw a pair of wings
tables set but I felt good, for at last I understood
That refrain sung by John James