Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jimmy Sparks, artist - The Lumineers.
Date of issue: 12.09.2019
Song language: English
Jimmy Sparks |
Jimmy Sparks went into bars and opened up his mouth |
Said some things to wounded men that they could not allow |
When it came to talking, he was always on the run |
Everyone knew what the man had done |
Oh, he’ll take you for a ride |
Jimmy believed in the American way |
A prison guard, he worked hard and made the minimum wage |
He found his freedom lockin' men in a cage, oh |
Jimmy loved Bonnie and he fathered a kid |
A baby boy, but the mother had other reasons to live |
She left the baby with a note on the bed, oh |
It was a struggle just to cover the rent |
His jail cut hours and now his little baby was sick |
He needed money and he needed it quick |
It was 3 AM |
Oh, my love, oh, my love |
Could you spare my blood, spare my blood? |
Jim woke his son and buckled him in the car |
They drove an hour from town and found a gambling hall |
The waitress babysat the boy at the bar, oh no |
After an hour, Jimmy doubled his cash |
He took his kid and his winnings as the dealer just laughed |
He said they leave, but then they always come back, that’s a fact |
Out on the road, they caught a stranger in the lights |
His thumb was up and his son asked if the man was alright |
Jim said you never give a hitcher a ride 'cause it’s us or them |
It was 3 AM |
Oh, my love, oh, my love |
Could you spare my blood, spare my blood? |
20 years gone and now the boy is a man |
Broke Jimmy’s habits, got in mountains and mountains of debt |
And now the sharks are coming back to collect, oh-oh |
They stripped his jewelry and the boots off Jim’s feet |
They kick him out of the car and say we’ll give you a week |
Eight miles from home and only 18 degrees |
It was 3 AM |
Oh, my love, oh, my love |
Could you spare my blood, spare my blood? |
Now Jimmy’s son is trying to make his way home |
His graveyard shift had ended and it was starting to snow |
He sees an old man walking barefoot alone |
It was 3 AM |
His old man waved his hands with tears in his eyes |
But Jimmy’s son just sped up and remembered daddy’s advice |
No, you don’t ever give a hitcher a ride 'cause it’s us or them |
'Cause it’s me or him |
It was 3 AM, 3 AM |