Sun up and he'd be gone On a leather strap around his neck He wore a white bull horn. He would be an Indian for a day Riding bareback on the range He called himself Cochise But Jimmy was his name. He was a western James Dean He was a rebel he played wild He was the first born in my family of five He was a most unusual, Most unusual Unusual child. There was Frankie and there was Billy Oh but Jimmy was my favourite one Seems rather strange to me When I think of what he'd done. So many times I wonder What Jimmy was all about He was sweet, he was crazy And he was inside out. Jimmy knew he'd die young There wasn't anything he wouldn't try One night he tried too hard Goodbye Jimmy, Goodbye.