Robert V. Schweitzer

CHICAGO JIM

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Jim was a warrior from south Chicaaaaago
He used a six gun pistol to get his stuff to blow
He was a bad motha motha from a mean motha town
You could drop Jim but you’d never keep him down

I only knew Jim for ‘bout a year or more
First time I saw him I thought we met before
He was a gyreen vet of that south Asian war
He flew in helicopters; he was a credit to the Corps

He was a man
My friend
Chicago Jim

He had a flashy smile and a sparkle in his eye
Laughed hard in the good times bad times made him cry
He got the deadly virus, from a needle in his arm
Oh he suffered with the AIDS but he never lost his charm

He was a man
My friend
Chicago Jim

Jim had to leave us took a chopper to the sky
Left us feeling empty ‘cause no one said good bye
We never will forget him that brave fighting soul
Semper Fi, your legacy is gold

He was a man
Our friend
Chicago Jim

He was a man
Our friend
Chicago Jim