Ballad of Jim Jones

I walked from New York and back from L.A.

I lived on a mountain and once by the bay

I bought an apartment and slept in the hay

But there's no place that's softer than (your arms)Living today is just getting so bad

There's a look on your face

And it says"you've been had!"

You can take all my money

But don't make me mad

Cause there's nobody meaner than (me)I prayed to Buddha, to Allah, and Jim.

I turned to Jesus and stayed there with him

I fell in deep but I learned how to swim

Now there's no one who's cleaner than me or than him

Songwriters

MARK S KRAMER, DAVID K HILD, RALPH W CARNEYPublished by

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