[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