Tom Russell - The death of jimmy martin

There's a hound dog running all alone through the piney ^Amwoods Lord, his ^Fhowling tears the soul out of ^Cme There's a jay bird calling out a funeral ^Amdirge In ^Fancient harmon^Cy

Barb'ry ^AmAllen rolled over in a ^Fgrave all morning With ^Croses growing ^Fout of her ^Ghead Hey, ^Cgod's gonna ^Fburn down ^CNashville, boys ^F 'Cause Jimmy Martin's ^Cdead Ah, the great Jimmy ^GMartin's gone ^Cdead

You got twenty-twenty ^Fvision, but you're ^Cwalking 'round blind You Grand Ole ^GOpry ^Cfools With your hypocritic ^Fjudgments and your ^Cself-righteous snobbery Your goddamned ^Gfalse hearted ^Crule

You ^Amscorned Hank Williams, you ^Fshunned Jimmy Martin Boys who ^Csang with ^Ftongues on ^Gfire So ^Cgod's gonna ^Fburn down your ^CGrand Ole Opry Hear the ^Fscreams of the hypocrites and ^Cliars They feel safer now that ^GJimmy has ex^Cpired

Yeah, ^Grun, Pete, run, your ^Fmaster's calling you He's ^Cwaiting on ^Fup a^Ghead ^AmDon't look back, ^FNashville's burning down ^C Jimmy ^GMartin's ^Cdead Oh, the great Jimmy ^GMartin's gone ^Cdead

Yeah, don't call ^Fme no country ^Csinger Those are poison ^Gwords to ^Cme 'Cause I ain't ^Fheard a good ^Ccountry song Since Nineteen ^GSeventy-^CThree

Ah, the ^Amking of bluegrass has ^Fdied for your sins The whore of ^CBabylon is ^Fsleeping in your ^Gbed So, ^Cgod's gonna ^Fburn down ^CNashville, boys ^F 'Cause Jimmy Martin's ^Cdead Yeah, the great Jimmy ^GMartin's gone ^Cdead

Yeah, ^Grun, Pete, run, your ^Fmaster's calling you He's ^Cwaiting on ^Fup a^Ghead ^AmDon't look back, ^FNashville's burning down ^C Jimmy ^GMartin's ^Cdead Ah, the great Jimmy ^GMartin's gone ^Cdead

There's a hound dog ^Frunning all a^Clone through the piney woods The ^Fhowling tears the soul out of ^Cme