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Jim Dill Road

Old Jim Dill

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Old Jim Dill was a friend of mine, a hermit who live at the end of the line. 

A man who didn’t have a lot to say.  An man who died but never went away.

He kept his medals and he kept his gun, when returned at the end of World War I.  But somehow things weren’t the same, so he left it all behind and he went away. Into the swamp to the end of the road, where he build him a cabin and called it home.  ‘Coon and a gator he kept as a pet.  Orneriest man you’ve ever met.

Old Jim Dill was a friend of mine, a hermit who lived at the end of the line. 

Didn’t say much didn’t have a phone.  Wonder if he ever felt alone.

Didn’t change at all and then it changed real fast, the new guard breaking away from the past. They chopped the trees and dug the earth, with not a care for what it was worth. Hated to see what he saw, but so goes the swamp under frontier law.  Where fending yourself to stay safe, meant pointing a riffle in somebody’s face..

Old Jim Dill was a friend of mine, the hermit who lived at the end of the line. Guarded his home with a gun and a horse, ‘til the day he was killed by a snake on his porch. Venom punctured through his hide, finally killed the pain inside.  Comforted by a nurse at his bed who held his hand to the very end.

Old Jim Dill is a friend of mine,  think about him when I pass the sign. 

Dead end then and a dead end to most, haunted by Jim Dill’s ghost.

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Man of Honor

Words and Music by Bobby Angel

Billy Joiner was a man of honor, a husband a son, a good friend and a father who woke up every morning and went out on the trail and returned in the evening guaranteed without fail and always with a story (or two or three) to tell, no matter how deep the drought there was always water in his well,  in a voice when he said it sounded like a yell.

Bill Joiner was a man of honor, a brother with sisters and a loving father with a sparkle in his eye and a smile on his face who walked at an ever quickening pace, a man on a mission to find the next place and always getting there sooner than later, post haste, unless there was a story then he had a minute (or ten) to waste.

He’d tell you about the snail kites swimming in the breeze and the water in the strand how its already up to the knees, and how he was a voice that spoke up for the trees or give a bear his kerchief if it had to sneeze; He had his finger on the pulse of what it meant to be free

Billy Joiner was a man of honor, a friendly face in the crowd you could always count on like a brother who liked to tell you all the things he saw and no, not pieces of it, he told it to you all and repeat it the next day until it grew so tall he was never at a loss of words that I can ever recall.

Billy Joiner is the man of the hour, we plant this tamarisk tree in your honor in hopes that it will leaf out and be replenished by the showers and give shade when it blooms by its many flowers to match the stories you told us hour after hour

Billy Joiner you were a friend to all and like this tree in our memories you will always stand tall.