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The Walking Man's in the Hall of Fame

by Thomas K. Hunt

The holy one anointed him at the podium today
With a pride and respect he couldn't hide
He new from the start that boy could play
His stardom would not be denied

It started from a green apple seed
In the orchard a long time ago
With the holy host of others
He was their first plant to grow

For Captain Jim won the prize today
He's in Ohio and he's there to stay
All of history will remember his name (chorus)
The Walking Man's in the Hall of Fame

Finger picking that's second to none
Killer tunes like Daddy's all Gone
Life on the road year after year
Playing to thousands that come to hear

Nobel causes without any rest
No nukes and don't forget the rain forest
Got your baby, got your blanket, got your bucket of beer
You've got a friend always sheds a few tears

(chorus)

He's finally made it, just where he should be
Side by side with the greatest company
It never crossed his mind in the Flying Machine
Where the road would lead and what it would bring

Now here he is with the best of the best
Feeling so humble and feeling so blessed
If you haven't guessed James is his name
He's the Walking Man in the hall of fame

(chorus)

03/31/2000

Posted on 04/02/2004
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/02/04 at 12:34 PM

sounds like my kind of music and musician. Fine Tribute.

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