Fred Small - Jimmy Come Lately Lyrics
I pull out the choke, pump hard on the gasOh, this wheezin' old bus is complaining.The Dungeness winter is blowing its lastIt's cold, but for once it's not raining."Good morning, Jennifer, welcome aboardThat's a handsome new jacket you're wearingNow hustle up, Carrie, I'm closing the doorAnd I'll ask you to knock off the swearing."CHORUS:And it's Jimmy Come Lately to Lost Mountain RoadThe fog from the bay will be clearingI'm crossing Dean Creek with a thirty-kid loadAnd I'd rather be nowhere but here.I can still smell the sweat, hear the cry of the crowdAnd the team on the magazine coversMy wallet was thick, the airports were loudTill the Monday I knew it was overMy back had gone out and I lay awake nightsAs I diagrammed plays on the ceilingAll the motel room calls to my long-distance wifeMade me feel like a junkie caught stealing.CHORUSI've seen TV lights turn a good coach meanSeen the pressure break a family apartI grabbed for the glory, I wore the gold ringAnd I barely escaped with my heartNow Patrick Delaney--I've seen the kid playGod, he's got the moves and the shootingHe's already talking 'bout U.C.L.A.While the agents line up for the looting.CHORUSNow Mary and me, we're a comfortable fitAnd the ocean here's running with salmonEvenings we take a long walk on the spitAnd Sundays sometimes we go clammingAnd they still make me offers and I just turn them downIt's a wonder they bother to find meI'll leave to Valvano and Lewis and BrownThe wonders that I left behind me.CHORUS
