Hearing Jimmy Loud

[Written by Mike Cooley]

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 as loud as you can

[Chorus]

She's my baby and she knows it

I get reminded now and then

You're either someone's or you're nothing

God must be a lonely man

Them kids ain't never listened, ain't no use in trying now

All we're doing's getting older and our welcome and our warning's wearing out

Jimmy's baby mama's got him lawyered up one side and down

Now an earful costs me nothing, poor old Jimmy's paying for it by the pound

[Chorus]

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