words and music by Mitch McVicker
Jim came walkin' down the road
Singin' songs and hummin' on hymn tunes
Though he'd never set foot in a church on Sunday morning
The smile on his face looked kinda outta place
Considerin' the looks of his shirt and shoes
Made me wonder what kept him going
Spent most of his lonely young days
Working' downtown in the sawmill
And a childhood is somethin' he's never known
All the extra time he had on his mind
Every now and then his heart would spill
And he'd start singin' all the way home
Chorus
And he'd sing I, I don't know much
But I know a Love
And one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there
Round 'bout that time the bells chimed
And the church doors flew open
And a whole herd of saints came runnin' along Jim's way
Talkin' 'bout salvation, hope and love
And everything else they didn't know about
And when they saw Jim all of that changed
Now it takes a special kind of man
To avoid a confrontation
And everywhere Jimmy looked he had nowhere to go
They started throwin' out names,
Throwin' punches, and throwin' laughter
And when they were through, blood was drippin' from his nose
Chorus
And he sang I, I've heard about blood
I think it stands for Love
And one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, loves lives there
Now Jim knew what he had inside of him
And wouldn't hear nothin' different
The moral to the story is he just keeps on keepin' on
Now he ain't whitewashed,
You won't find him on the corner prayin'
He just knows his Love and knows his song
Chorus
And he sings I, I got all I want
'Cause I've got my love
And one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there
Yeah, one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there
Yeah, one day I'll be sittin' up in heaven on an easy chair
Sippin' lemonade, love lives there
Copyright © 1998 White Plastic Bag Music
All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by permission.
Washboard, Veldhuis Can - Michael Aukofer
Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica - Mitch McVicker
Upright Bass - Mark Robertson
Most of the time I have to work hard at writing songs. But this song just came out of nowhere. I just sat down with my guitar, opened my mouth, and this song came out. I went ahead and finished most of it on a run. It was a wierd experience for me.
--Mitch
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Last modified: April 5, 1999