38 SpecialJimmy Gillum

I was raised up on the west side of town. That's where I met Jimmy Gillum, Baddest man around. He'd rather fight than eat, Mister That's no lie. If you cross him up smile and wave goodbye, Bad bad Jimmy baddest man alive. He was dynamite in a small pack, His fuse was short, He didn't cut no slack. Oh that Jimmy Gillum was a bad cat. [Chorus:] Talk about trouble You talk about mean Jimmy was the baddest cat I've ever seen You talk about trouble Should have been his name Jimmy never pulled a punch He was a fighting machine Yeah he was he was a fighting machine Now I recall one night at the Sugar Bowl That's a honky tonk where Jimmy goes Yeah the One Percent were burning up the stage In walk Jimmy in a drunken daze Ready to fight son in the worst way So I ran for cover behind the stage Bottles started flying I began to pray Please oh Lord don't let him look my way It's been years since I saw Jimmy last When I pulled into a jiffy the other day Just to get some gas I heard this guy screaming next to me Turn on this pump you dirty s.o.b. To my surprise it was Jimmy alive and well Jumped in my car and took off fast Knew in a minute he'd be kicking ass Oh that Jimmy Gillum was a bad cat Yea he was talk about trouble, talk about trouble Yea talk about trouble Yea that boy was bad to the bone talk about trouble Play it boys sound good Us Gillums never die we just fade away Um trouble boy
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