Hearing Jimmy Loud

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