mardi 11 novembre 2014


You came to France to be my best man
You ignored it, it was your friends
Buying you a plane ticket
To find a French woman like mine

O Jim, that was a good life
Working with you
Being part of the family

I met you so long ago now
It was at your parents’ ranch
We went through so many bars
Had such fun in so many camps

O Jim, that was a good life
Driving expensive cars
Not paying for the insurance

This house was open to anybody
Un coup de main for a whiskey
You and your family were so generous
That was a permanent vacation to me

O Jim, that was a good life
Laughing like kids
Not worrying about anything

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