Hamilton Jones

[Intro]
Come on in, pull up a chair
Nice to see you all again
While you make yourself comfortable
I'll tell you 'bout my friend

[Verse 1]
He started ramblin' the day he was one
When he left his Kentucky hills
And he could teach me about the days
When he rode with Tom Mix and Bob Steele
Yes, he did

[Interlude]
He drove the stagecoach in the movie, "Cimarron," too
You may have seen him

[Verse 2]
He was a rounder son of a gun
Pot Irish and half Cherokee
And if you didn't like the song he sang
He plays some on thе key

[Verse 3]
And if you used to ask him the way that hе felt
I guess this is what he might have said
"If I ain't sure what it is, but I like it just the same
I hang the damn thing on the wall, then, anyway"
That was the Hamilton Jones way

[Verse 4]
Now, he was more than me by a good many years
But I knew him just the same
And you could find him most everywhere
You didn't ever know his name

[Verse 5]
But if you found him you didn't turn away
Like so many other folks had done
For if you knew him you, too, could say
"That was my friend, Hamilton"