Good ol’ Diamond Jim Lyrics

He has fingers like birds on guitar strings

And a way with the words that he sings

He's a writer, a strummer

With a voice warm as summer

He's also my brother

Good ol' Diamond Jim

I could conversate with him for hours

Though as soon as it's late, he loses his powers

His mind is a poem

I'm lucky I know him

To know him's to love him

Good ol' Diamond Jim

He's a family man in a Volkswagen van

With a brain like a pan with a fried egg or two

He's a family man in a Volkswagen van

Although when he can, he drives a Subaru

He had long hippie hair and I knew he was cool

In the college dorm where I dropped out of school

Now his hair's out of place

It fell down to his face

Under eyes like deep space

Good ol' Diamond Jim

He has a huge heart for his whole family

And the luckiest part is this includes me

He added one brother

To the three from his mother

And there is no other

Good ol' Diamond Jim

He added one brother

To the three from his mother

And there is no other

Good ol' Diamond Jim