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Jimmy Video (MV)




Performed By: Austin B. Sweeney
Language: English
Length: 4:12
Written by: Austin Sweeney




Austin B. Sweeney - Jimmy Lyrics
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I wrote a song for Jimmy when the news had finally come
I never got to thank him, for all the songs he'd sung
To thank him for the memories, to tell a boy to chase his dreams
That you can face life's tragedies with some humor up your sleeve
So raise a glass to the pirate, navigating the stars
Drink one for the islands, and double for the bars
Sing a song for your good friends, and another for family
This one goes out to Jimmy, wherever he might be
I bet his grandfather'd be happy, for all the things he did
The hat that graced the captain, worn proudly by the kid
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
The sails they need a-settin', and the sun a place to shine
Mother mother ocean, your son is coming home
I hate to play a sad song, I just can't believe he's gone
He'd want us to throw a party, beneath a lone palm tree
Anchors up compadres, he's headed out to sea
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I wrote a song for Jimmy when the news had finally come
I never got to thank him, for all the songs he'd sung
To thank him for the memories, to tell a boy to chase his dreams
That you can face life's tragedies with some humor up your sleeve
So raise a glass to the pirate, navigating the stars
Drink one for the islands, and double for the bars
Sing a song for your good friends, and another for family
This one goes out to Jimmy, wherever he might be
I bet his grandfather'd be happy, for all the things he did
The hat that graced the captain, worn proudly by the kid
With a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine
The sails they need a-settin', and the sun a place to shine
Mother mother ocean, your son is coming home
I hate to play a sad song, I just can't believe he's gone
He'd want us to throw a party, beneath a lone palm tree
Anchors up compadres, he's headed out to sea
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Writer: Austin Sweeney
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