The Refrain Of John Dillon James Lyrics - Alabama

Oh, John Dillon James was my good time country buddy 

Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last days away 

He was just a hired farm hand, worked old man Walker's land 

Retired on his 68th birthday 

Yeah, he wore a size sixteen shoe, had skin like alligator 

Lord, he could pick up a deer and walk right out of those woods 

Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain 

And I recall that song by John Dillon James 

One July Monday morning I met him at the fishing hole 

But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide 

His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket 

His eyes were red as beets, looked like he cried 

And I know he sat on knees cause his overalls were muddy 

But my ten year old mind didn't understand 

He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line refrain 

And I recall that song by John Dillon James 

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Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky 

I've been talking to the man, I'm gonna fly 

Paid the price down on my knees 

A voice from heaven promised me 

I got my ticket for the ride in the sky 

Well, it was one year to the day on a July Monday morning 

I waited at the fishing hole but old Dillon, he didn't show 

Daddy came down about noon, and said 

Son, I've got some news 

Lord's rested old Dillon's soul 

Yeah, and I walked up to his bedside 

Looked down at old big Dillon 

Lord knows that I saw a pair of wings 

That tables set but I felt good, for at last I understood 

That refrain sung by John Dillon James 

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Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky, Lord, y'all 

I've been talking to the man, I'm gonna fly (I'm gonna fly) 

I paid the price down on my knees 

A voice from heaven promised me 

Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky 

Yeah, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky