Gentleman Jim,   with a heart open for those known to him      gallant and slim   time chased his dreams and caught up with him   his hopes dashed to zero   the courageous cry of a fallen hero      winding his way lost in the wonder of every page   spending his days with the legendary minds from the ripe old age   Nitziche, Conte and Picasso   paint the words of a fallen hero      every hero seeks a land on the mantelpiece stand   a puffed up chest, high hat and a mighty plan      a simple man's band who plays for a smile and a warm hand   and for friends who know all that glitters is not gold      a second hand man getting the most of his mileage from his age old van   stranded again, only the labor of love takes him around the next bend   and up the hill and down below   rode the dreams of a fallen hero      his visionary fight for the common good and to all a good night   blinded his sight from the universal substance we call life      no heroes to mold   no legends to be told   Stalin, Casey, and Monroe   know the tale of the fallen hero      every hero seeks a land on the mantelpiece stand   a puffed up chest, high hat and a mighty plan      a simple man's band who plays for a smile and a warm hand   and for friends who know all that glitters is not gold      Gentleman Jim,   with a heart open for those known to him      gallant and slim   time chased his dreams and caught up with him   his hopes dashed to zero   the courageous cry of a fallen hero