Too Late For Change

TOO LATE FOR CHANGE - - American Horse Band
(music and lyrics by George Garcia)

He was as strong as a mountain ... his hands were as big as his heart.
And it hurts still today to sit down and say the way that we had to part.
He was more like a brother, a man like no other, I'm not likely to see in this life.
His name was Black Jim and this song's for him
and his beautiful babies and wife.

It happened on Sunday, the day before Monday, the day he was destined to die.
We were laughing and joking not drinking and smoking
the way some folks said . . . it's a lie.
The boat turned over ... we fell in the water and big James was not to be found.
Lord, Johnny cried, he knows that we tried, but I couldn't utter a sound.

Maybe we should've heeded the warning,
NO FISHING on Sunday round here!
There's no doubt about it ... I heard all about it ... these words still ring in my ear.
(Ooh)
And Jimmy I wish I could change things. I wish it didn't happen this way.
Cause something inside of me's gone since you died,
but it's too late for change anyway.

Well, it's been quite a while since I last saw him smile.
I've been through some changes since then.
And hard as I try I can't help but cry when I start remembering when ...
Yes, we had a ball ... we'd been through it all,
and it didn't matter that his skin was black.
And I'd give anything to hear his voice ring, 'Hey, you big ugly Indian, I'm back!'

We were know as a team ... Lone Ranger and Tonto.
And nothing could stand in our way.
We both knew the blues ... we had to pay dues.
Lord, I still miss him badly today.
And I still go to his grave to pay my respects.
And it's hard for some people to see ...
the day he was buried I know that he carried to heaven a big part of me.