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