Oh, John Dillon James was my good time country buddy
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Well, we hunted, talked and fished his last days away
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He was just a hired farm hand, worked old man Walker's land
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Retired on his 68th birthday
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Yeah, he wore a size sixteen shoe, had skin like alligator
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Lord, he could pick up a deer and walk right out of those woods
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Old Dillon had a million tales but he sung me one refrain
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And I recall that song by John Dillon James
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One July Monday morning I met him at the fishing hole
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But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide
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His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
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His eyes were red as beets, looked like he cried
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And I know he sat on knees cause his overalls were muddy
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But my ten year old mind didn't understand
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He sat down on the bank and wrote this four line refrain
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And I recall that song by John Dillon James
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Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
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I've been talking to the man, I'm gonna fly
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Paid the price down on my knees
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A voice from heaven promised me
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I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
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Well, it was one year to the day on a July Monday morning
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I waited at the fishing hole but old Dillon, he didn't show
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Daddy came down about noon, and said
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Son, I've got some news
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Lord's rested old Dillon's soul
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Yeah, and I walked up to his bedside
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Looked down at old big Dillon
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Lord knows that I saw a pair of wings
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That tables set but I felt good, for at last I understood
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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
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I've been talking to the man, I'm gonna fly (I'm gonna fly)
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I paid the price down on my knees
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A voice from heaven promised me
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Well, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
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Yeah, I got my ticket for the ride in the sky
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The Refrain Of John Dillon James
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