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Jim Jim Don’t Come Back ‘Till You Win Verse: The beat, the beat, the beat of the feet on the street. The yanks, the tanks, the Joes’ and Jims’ and the Hanks’ Ev’ry lad in Khaki clad. Hep, pep, right in step Ev’ry heart is glad. “Here they come,” a mother cries “ and there’s my darling Jim. Like all the rest, he did his best and then she said to him.” Refrain: Jim, Jim, I always knew that you’d win. Jim, Jim, I knew you’d make ‘em give in, I got the helmet that you captured from the Hun. You showed your daddy you’re a fightin’ son of a gun. Jim, Jim, you chased them back to Berlin. It takes a Yank to finish anything that he’ll begin The debt we owed to France is paid And friends of all the world you’ve made. Jim, Jim, I always knew that you’d win. Verse: The joys, the noise, the welcome return of the boys The cheers, the tears, the peace that we’ve wanted for years, Comes at last the war has passed Rum tum, hear the drum Hearts are beating fast. Jim my lad, I’m mighty glad your face aga
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Record Series 12/9/96
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Local Identifier
2014_12996_377
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Jim Jim Don’t Come Back ‘Till You Win Verse: The beat, the beat, the beat of the feet on the street. The yanks, the tanks, the Joes’ and Jims’ and the Hanks’ Ev’ry lad in Khaki clad. Hep, pep, right in step Ev’ry heart is glad. “Here they come,” a mother cries “ and there’s my darling Jim. Like all the rest, he did his best and then she said to him.” Refrain: Jim, Jim, I always knew that you’d win. Jim, Jim, I knew you’d make ‘em give in, I got the helmet that you captured from the Hun. You showed your daddy you’re a fightin’ son of a gun. Jim, Jim, you chased them back to Berlin. It takes a Yank to finish anything that he’ll begin The debt we owed to France is paid And friends of all the world you’ve made. Jim, Jim, I always knew that you’d win. Verse: The joys, the noise, the welcome return of the boys The cheers, the tears, the peace that we’ve wanted for years, Comes at last the war has passed Rum tum, hear the drum Hearts are beating fast. Jim my lad, I’m mighty glad your face aga
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_377
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986
Jim Jim Don’t Come Back ‘Till You Win Verse: The beat, the beat, the beat of the feet on the street. The yanks, the tanks, the Joes’ and Jims’ and the Hanks’ Ev’ry lad in Khaki clad. Hep, pep, right in step Ev’ry heart is glad. “Here they come,” a mother cries “ and there’s my darling Jim. Like all the rest, he did his best and then she said to him.” Refrain: Jim, Jim, I always knew that you’d win. Jim, Jim, I knew you’d make ‘em give in, I got the helmet that you captured from the Hun. You showed your daddy you’re a fightin’ son of a gun. Jim, Jim, you chased them back to Berlin. It takes a Yank to finish anything that he’ll begin The debt we owed to France is paid And friends of all the world you’ve made. Jim, Jim, I always knew that you’d win. Verse: The joys, the noise, the welcome return of the boys The cheers, the tears, the peace that we’ve wanted for years, Comes at last the war has passed Rum tum, hear the drum Hearts are beating fast. Jim my lad, I’m mighty glad your face aga
Repository
University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign. Sousa Archives and Center for American Music
Rights
No Copyright - United States
Original Location
Series 2, Box 16, Folder 7
Record Series 12/9/96
Local Identifier
2014_12996_377
Collection Title
James Edward Myers Sheet Music Collection, 1836-1986