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

One Monday morning I met him at the fishing hole
But old Dillon toting his half pint of tin hide
His roll own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
His were red as beets, looked like he cried
And I know he sat on cause his overalls were muddy
But my ten old mind didn't understand
He sat on the bank 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 to the man, I'm gonna fly
Paid the down on my knees
A voice from heaven 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
Daddy came down noon, and said
Son, got some news
rested old Dillon's soul
Yeah, and I walked up to his
Looked down at old big
Lord that I saw a pair of wings
That tables set but I felt good, for at I understood
That refrain sung by Dillon James