Anthony Let me tell you the story of jimmy july First "american chinese" beneath the big sky The papers and gawkers made jimmy well-known But despite all his fame, jimmy still died alone
Poor, poor, jimmy july Your pride ran so deep and your dreams flew so high There wasn't a place between here and the sky For a fella like jimmy, jimmy july
He must've been born, but where, we don’t know He came to america too long ago He rode to gold mountain, bought one plot of land And panned so much gold that his horse couldn't stand!
So jimmy, he up'n decided to stay He settled in butte, just a half-day away Saw the white men all living a comfortable life And somebody cut off his cue with a knife
Poor, poor, jimmy july Your pride ran so deep and your dreams flew so high There wasn't a place between here and the sky For a fella like jimmy, jimmy july Jimmy july chose his name from a book Then he bought a new house and he bought a new look On the fourth of july, he wore red, white, and blue And he knew "we, the people," and they knew him, too
Now jimmy became the talk of the town He wore cowboy boots and he slicked his hair down The copper kings wouldn’t invite him to stay But they'd go out for dinner - as long as he'd pay
Poor, poor, jimmy july Your pride ran so deep and your dreams flew so high There wasn't a place between here and the sky For a fella like jimmy, jimmy july
Now jimmy july wasn't always so nice He loved his white women and he loved his white vice And he lost his fortune, the way it gets told The same way he went out 'n' gambled for gold
And 'round that time folks thought the chinese should go! Threw rocks at their shops to let customers know Asked jimmy what kinds of men they should allow He said, "why would i care? i'm american now."
Poor, poor, jimmy july Your pride ran so deep and your dreams flew so high There wasn't a place between here and the sky For a fella like jimmy, jimmy july Jimmy came to an end, as everyone does Still not knowin' what kind of person he was And they passed 'round the hat, but nobody gave So they settled him down in a pauper’s grave
The few chinese left didn’t know folks named "jim" His white friends all left when his money left him And on a grey sunday morning, the horses walked slow Waiting for someone or something to show
All Poor, poor, jimmy july Your pride ran so deep and your dreams flew so high There wasn't a place between here and the sky For the spirit of jimmy july
Anthony If he was chinese then his bones still can't rest And if he was white he's in limbo at best But i don't think he was white or chinese no more But something that no one had been before
All Poor, poor, jimmy july Your pride ran so deep and your dreams flew so high Wasn't a place between here and the sky For the spirit of jimmy, jimmy july Poor, poor, jimmy july He wanted to live here, or wanted to try Anthony But he laughed all the way to his place in the sky Cause we still sing the ballad of jimmy, jimmy july
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Good Enough Anthony Try not to wish that i’d just stayed home in bed Try to ignore guys talking over my head Choke down a chaser, pretending to text Make sure my lock screen crops out my
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Your Face JÓzef You go to bed at midnight Hao On some nights you snore It reminds me i don’t have to live alone (hao settles down by the windowsill.) JÓzef You
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - Montana Joey The kind of saturated sky That stays the same from spring to fall In the calendar hung on your wall Counting down the days Until montana The kind of guy that
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak - There's a House JÓzef Past the mile five bridge Down to dead end gulch There’s a house with no locks on the door JÓzef/hao Past the mile five bridge Down to dead end gulch
Elliot Valentine Lee, Mel Hornyak
Elliot Valentine Lee and Mel Hornyak (known together as Melliot) are a queer musical writing duo.