Jimmy

Pepper

Poor old, poor old, Jimmy Pepper, he ain’t got no one to love.

He sang all his pain and drank all his fortune.

Seems he’s run out of luck.

He’s got one foot in your radio, the other in your screen, as he carefully walks the line.

One day it’s whiskey, the next it’s tequila, then maybe it’s a glass of wine.

If you’ve heard him sing and play the blues, you know he’s country in his soul.

Well I’ve seen his grin, it’s wearing thin, and I swear to you he’s rock ’n’ roll.

They say poor old, poor old, Jimmy Pepper, he ain’t got no one to love.

He sang all his pain, and drank all his fortune.

Seems he’s run out of luck.

Cards and spotlights, dice rolls, and long flights, he never had to choose.

Singin’ and drinkin’, wishful thinking, he thought that he could never lose.

Well, Jimmy lived in a house built for a king-on the outskirts of town away from everything.

People started talkin’ saying he hadn’t been around lately.

Of course he wasn’t, he was busy going crazy.

Every chord, every sip, every card he dealt, every word to leave his mouth.

Finally made him step off his throne and throw everything he ever loved out.

He broke all his records just to break them to pieces-to get them out of his mind.

Should’ve known when he got here that he wasn’t leaving without having a real good time.

Poor old, poor old, Jimmy Pepper, he ain’t got no one to love.

He sang all his pain, and drank all his fortune.

Seems he’s run out of luck.

Poor old, poor old, Jimmy Pepper, he ain’t got no one to love.

No matter how much he got-he just kept takin’-he could never get enough.

His mind faded quickly along with his money, but his style was the last thing to go.

You’ll remember the words, “The name’s Jimmy Pepper, and I hope you enjoyed the show.”