Trapped in a truck with Jimmy, listening to his band.
Jimmy's out of place same as ashtrays and column shifts.
Said his last old lady nearly run him in the ground.
Half a gram later I was hearing Jimmy loud.
She had a tanning habit,
She's like a talking leather couch;
warm between the cushions where she hid whatever treasure fell out.
Said she only hollered when she'd stood as much as she could stand,
Jimmy's ego can take it baby, go on and fake it loud as you can.
She's my baby and she knows it,
I get reminded now and then.
Your either someone's or your nothing,
God must be a lonely man.
Them kids ain't never listened, ain't no use in trying now.
All were doings' getting older and our
welcome and our warnings wearing out.
Jimmy's babies' mama's got him lawyered up one side and down.
That earful cost me nothing,
poor old Jimmy's paying for it by the pound.
Everybody loves a baby;
everybody loves a child.
Nobody wants to see them damaged;
nobody wants them running wild.
The moral lessons of a charmed life
only get through guilty ears.
Thanks to learning, luck, and half sense,
I'm hearing Jimmy loud and clear.