James

I didn't make it to Carolina
When her granddaddy passed
I was flat out in the mountains
Helpless, out of gas

Too far out from the airport
Too far out in Wyoming
I cried in my motel room
While the hymns were ringing

He was one of the great ones
He took care of his clan
He was stalwart & faithful
The rarest kind of man

When my wife and I were younger
I called James to ask
For permission to take
His granddaughter's hand

You have it, he said
You have it, young man
I remember the sound of his voice
In my head

He was one of the great ones
He took care of his clan
He was stalwart & faithful
The rarest kind of man



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Van Kirk, Christopher Marion
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