Jim Barger, Jr.

Jim Barger, Jr.

BandCountryFolk

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John Fitzgerald Kennedy Caine 1963-1979

Written By: Jim Barger, Jr.

I was born the day that the President died.
I entered this world while the whole nation cried.
Mother declared that I’d bear his name.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy Caine.
I’m John Fitzgerald Kennedy Caine.

Jesus called me when I was 15
To the front of the church to wash my soul clean.
I stood from the pew and walked down the aisle.
The people were singing, “A Soul Reconciled.”
The People were singing, “A Soul Reconciled.”

In a 7-11 that very same year.
I stole a 6-pack of beer and I hit the cashier.
“Johnny, oh Johnny, what have you done?”
“I’ve gone back to seed, Mom, and I’ve only begun.”
He’s gone back to seed, and he’s only begun.

Wanted by the sheriff in Montgomery.
The newspaper said I went on a crime spree.
But I wasn’t there. I was down in Mobile,
Killing a man about a cocaine deal.
Killing a man over a cocaine deal.

I had that speedometer buried when the car crashed.
The 8-track tape player, blared Johnny Cash.
Well, “It’s dark as a dungeon way down in the mine,”
And there aint a man left who can walk that line.
No, there aint a man left who can walk that line.

The cops found my body out on hwy. 6
Face down in the road, my car in a ditch.
“Johnny, oh Johnny, what have you done?”
“I’ve gone back to God, Mom, I’m a prodigal son.”
He’s gone home to Jesus, a prodigal son

Shelter

Written By: Jim Barger, Jr.

Lord in Heaven, hear my prayer,
For there’s temptation everywhere.
Feed my children. Keep them warm.
Deliver them from any harm.

Through this world they’re bound to ramble.
Earthly cities promise gold.
Beg, borrow, steal, or gamble,
Grant them shelter from the cold.

We have a son. He’s nineteen years old.
He lives in Atlanta now. That’s what I’ve been told.
I haven’t seen his face for almost three years.
I look at my weary wife, her face stained with tears.

Through this world they’re bound to ramble.
Earthly cities promise gold.
Beg, borrow, steal, or gamble,
Grant them shelter from the cold.

Our youngest daughter won’t listen no more.
I caught her crushing pain pills on the bathroom floor.
Her heart has been hardened by things of this world,
But in my heart she remains my precious little girl.

Through this world they’re bound to ramble.
Earthly cities promise gold.
Beg, borrow, steal, or gamble,
Grant them shelter from the cold.

A Civil War

Written By: Jim Barger, Jr.

We lit the flame.
The Col. said to burn it down.
No we’re not to blame.
For what happened to that town.
But we’ll never get back home.
No, we’ll never get back home.

On a South Carolina plain,
I ran from the battlefield.
The rebs brought me here in chains
To this Andersonville.
These prison walls that hold me in
Hide the secret of my sin.

I remeber her eyes.
They were cold and green and proud.
And how she never cried
When the soldiers gathered round.
They cut her hair, and they laid her down.
We cut her hair, and we laid her down.

Now I dream about her every night
In this fortress of hell.
And there aint no way to make it right,
But I still dream about her smell.
Now, I’ll never get back home.
No, I’ll never get back home.