| I was raised up on the west side of town
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| That’s where I met Jimmy Gillum
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| Baddest man around
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| He’d rather fight than eat
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| Mister That’s no lie
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| If you cross him up smile and wave goodbye
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| Bad bad Jimmy baddest man alive
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| He was dynamite in a small pack
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| His fuse was short
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| He didn’t cut no slack
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| Oh that Jimmy Gillum was a bad cat
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| Talk about trouble
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| You talk about mean
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| Jimmy was the baddest cat I’ve ever seen
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| You talk about trouble
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| Should’ve been his name
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| Jimmy never pulled a punch
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| He was a fightin' machine
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| Yeah he was he was a fightin' machine
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| Now I recall one night at the Sugar Bowl
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| That’s a honky tonk where Jimmy goes
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| Yeah the One Percent were burnin' up the stage
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| In walk Jimmy in a drunken daze
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| Ready to fight son in the worst way
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| So I ran for cover behind the stage
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| Bottles started flyin' I began to pray
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| Please oh Lord don’t let him look my way
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| It’s been years since I saw Jimmy last
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| When I pulled into a jiffy the other day
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| Just to get some gas
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| I heard this guy screamin' next to me
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| Turn on this pump you dirty S. O. B
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| To my surprise it was Jimmy alive and well
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| Jumped in my car and took off fast
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| Knew in a minute he’d be kickin' ass
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| Oh that Jimmy Gillum was a bad cat
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| Yea he was talk about trouble, talk about trouble
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| Yeaaaaoooowwww talk about trouble
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| Yea that boy was bad to the bone talk about trouble
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| Play it boys sound good
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| Us Gillums never die we just fade away
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| Ummmmm trouble boy |