Song Lyrics

Well I'm talking about whiskey drinking through the night.
And if all goes well, we gonna find a fight.
The Worthen House was your delight.
You got women on your mind all the while.

I miss them good ole days, my friend.
I'm wishing them days would never end.
If only I could bring them back again.
But the wheel just keep spinning round and round.

Day and night we'd boogie on down.
Just carrying on like a couple of clowns.
Buzzing round ole L-Town.
Sometimes I wonder how the hell we made it on through.

Now there are many a day I sit and I think.
About all that fucking crazy shit.
And all them times we should called it quits.
But instead we just keep ramblin' on and on.

You just an old drunken, iron-luggin' fool, Jim.
You just an old drunken, Irish-fightin' fool.
And you singing every step along the way to the grave
Them old drunken iron-luggin' blues.

Well I see you now, Jimmy, 10 floors up.
Lugging number 9s until 5:00 o'clock.
When the day is though, you head down the block.
To the nearest bar, and you order up a tall glass of booze.

While you're sitting there, Jimmy, withering away.
Drinking that booze till the break of day.
I'll be somewhere so very far away.
But not so far where I can't find my way back home.

Because Lowell is where the family's at.
It's the place you know you're gonna always head back.
Once or twice, maybe three time a year.
Don't shed no tear for me, sweet lady, I'm home today.

So won't you raise your glasses to that man.
Let's take this time, we're gonna make a stand.
I know he's right here, listening.
He's just sittin' at the bar, drinking Beam... Jim Beam!

You just an old drunken, iron-luggin' fool, Jim.
You just an old drunken, Irish-fightin' fool.
And you singin' every step along the way to the grave
Them old drunken iron-luggin' blues.
Yeah, I'm talking about them old.
Them old.
Them dunken iron.
Iron-lugging blues.

Michael Dion

The duration of Blues for Jimmy is 5:04 minutes and seconds.