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 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 [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