Gentleman Jim,
with a heart open for those known to him

gallant and slim
time chased his dreams and caught up with him
his hopes dashed to zero
the courageous cry of a fallen hero

winding his way lost in the wonder of every page
spending his days with the legendary minds from the ripe old age
Nitziche, Conte and Picasso
paint the words of a fallen hero

every hero seeks a land on the mantelpiece stand
a puffed up chest, high hat and a mighty plan

a simple man's band who plays for a smile and a warm hand
and for friends who know all that glitters is not gold

a second hand man getting the most of his mileage from his age old van
stranded again, only the labor of love takes him around the next bend
and up the hill and down below
rode the dreams of a fallen hero

his visionary fight for the common good and to all a good night
blinded his sight from the universal substance we call life

no heroes to mold
no legends to be told
Stalin, Casey, and Monroe
know the tale of the fallen hero

every hero seeks a land on the mantelpiece stand
a puffed up chest, high hat and a mighty plan

a simple man's band who plays for a smile and a warm hand
and for friends who know all that glitters is not gold

Gentleman Jim,
with a heart open for those known to him

gallant and slim
time chased his dreams and caught up with him
his hopes dashed to zero
the courageous cry of a fallen hero