One, two, three

We all know a man needs protection
Somebody took a shot in the dark at me
Some young punk said my number was up
One lone shot was all that I needed
I copped a piece, had a couple of drinks
Couldn't get what I really needed

Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no

Up to my baby, the woman I love
So hot and crazy, the pressure built up
Oh, how we argued, I never felt
I never meant to shoot my loved one
I shot my baby, then I shot her again
Couldn't get what I really needed

Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free? Oh, no, oh, no
They're gonna give me twenty-five years
I'd rather take my belt and hang up my fears
Ain't much of a life, I see for myself
One long ride, that's all I want now
Whatever happens, never forget
Never forget, never forget

Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Don't know why you do these things
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim
Will you ever be set free?
Oh, Jim, poor Jim, oh, Jim