Lyrics:
I'm a bottle of Jim
I'm a bottle anything you need
If you're way in the back
Or you couldn't get in
Twist the cap and take a drink
You can slam me down
and clawing
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
I was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or two
Old Jim come running up out of the blue
and clawing
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
I was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or two
Old Jim come running up out of the blue
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
There was Gemini Jim and Scorpio Sal
They was livin' by the Golden Gate
Freezin' their nose and wearin' leather clothes
And dealin' every way but
Smoking blue never hits the room
Ship in the bottle
Circle the huddle
(Even Jim is Tired)
Ship in the bottle
Circle the huddle
Ship in the bottle
Circle
me
I was young Jim went in one and out one
Cause even though he's goat he was always outdone
How I'm supposed to stay inspired by the top gun
When
there's gonna be trouble
Ain't no since in takin' a chance
We was gettin' up gettiny ready to leave
In somebody grabbed o' Jim by the sleeve
It was this
for my pounding head||Gonna pour myself a big ol bottle of whiskey|Til i don't care how rough shape i'm in|Right now jim beam is the only thing gonna
luck, truck
There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up
Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info
Crown Royal bottles in the back, blowing
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive
You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
stays in luck, truck
There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up
Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info
Crown Royal bottles in the back,
your Blues away
An’ Tin Pan Alley - Rockefeller Sally
Makes you wanna stay
An’ up in Manhattan
Is a givin’ and a getting
Every Day and every Night
Makes
before he could say scat.
Now, planting the blue ox down-river in front of the jam,
Old Paul fired off his shotgun, aiming to tickle Babe's ass
With
and swear to God we got it made
You know we missed you round here Sonny Jim
Come in sit down your tab's been paid
There was always one more friend to call,
life
It wasn't too long
That jug was gone
But the thirst was kicking in
To get a refill without a bill
They plotted to commit a sin
Blue Face Jim said
a knife
John was weak and his wife was too her name was Kate and she fell in too
She let Big Jim do what he had to do and John stood by and his life was
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
Found the bottle empty at the end of the night
Not one issue solved in all that time
Just another wasted moment I didn't spend with you
Another
the fit you end up in pipers
Pied like him or Jim Carrey way you be lying
You fine
Carrier pigeons so prestigious
A number nine large
That's your damn
When it gets messed around with I?m the one, one
Uh huh. Uh.
[Jim Jones Talking]
I swear it wasn?t me
I swear that wasn?t me
I swear it wasn?t me I
me, that ain't natural Sam
We all got a story, most got a saga
Still hear the truth that's spoke by my father
Jim Beam sales has hope by the bottle
Good night, Little
Good night
Little good night started staying up a lot
With her big baby blues wide open like a rim shot
Jim and Mary thought
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