Lyrics:
We're goin' west to Kaintuck, down the road to Moccasin Gap
Down the wilderness road, down the dug road, the old reedy creek road
The road down troublesome, the road through Moccasin Gap
Well, it's a hot day in '73 and this is my wife and my kid with me
Daniel Boone lost his boy the other day
Young Jim Boone's dead, now twenty miles away
Well, if you love your wife and love your baby, man
You better turn that wagon back as soon as you can
Every Injun in them hills has gone berserk
And you never gonna make it to Kaintuck
Ah, I bet I'm gonna make it to Kaintuck
I'm goin' west to Kaintuck, down the road to Moccasin Gap
Down the wilderness road, down the dug road, the old reedy creek road
The road down troublesome, the road through Moccasin Gap
Ordained for proclaimin' the gospel of Jesus
The great super preachers go crusadin' on
And the people all gather in big congregations
They hear of the Saviour who came to atone
And they kneel at the altar and they walk away happy
Then the devil starts gossip about money and sex
Makin' it hard on the good men of God like Billy and Bob and Oral and Rex
Old Billy Sunday is dead and gone young Jim Robertson's comin' on strong
And Billy and Rex and Oral and Bob are talkin' about Jesus and doin' their job
Millions of people tune in Katherine Coolman
And see her face shine with an unearthly light
Garner Ted warns of the world of tomorrow
But they criticized him and the reverend died
'Cause the devil is after the great super preachers
He'd try to discredit the gospel they bring
But Billy and Rex and Oral and Bob hold to their commitment to Jesus the King
Old Billy Sunday is dead and gone young Tommy Barnett is comin' on strong
And Billy and Rex and Oral and Rex are talkin' about Jesus and doin' their job
Old Billy Sunday is dead and gone young Jimmy Snow is comin' on strong
And Billy and Rex and Oral and Bob are talkin' about Jesus and doin' their job
He went to Paris
Looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive
Young and aggressive
Savin' the world on his own
But the warm summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
His summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four to five years slipped away
Then he went to England
Played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life
She was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim
And all of the answers
To all the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet
Clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away
Well, the war took his baby
Bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered
His whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were a-fallin'
He was recalling
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter
Skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound
Now he lives in the islands
Fishes the pilings
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs
Losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say
"Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion"
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all of the way"
And he went to Paris
Looking for answers to questions
That bothered him so
He went to Paris
Looking for answers
To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive
Young and aggressive
Savin' the world on his own
But the warm summer breezes
The French wines and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
His summers and winters
Scattered like splinters
And four to five years slipped away
Then he went to England
Played the piano
And married an actress named Kim
They had a fine life
She was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim
And all of the answers
To all the questions
Locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet
Clean country living
And twenty more years slipped away
Well, the war took his baby
Bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered
His whole world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were a-fallin'
He was recalling
Answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter
Skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound
Now he lives in the islands
Fishes the pilings
And drinks his green label each day
Writing his memoirs
Losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say
"Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion"
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
But I had a good life all of the way"
And he went to Paris
Looking for answers to questions
That bothered him so
Young God, Black Fly, he can feel like Jim Kelly Young God, Black Fly, he can feel like
Jim Kelly Rome wasnt built in the day they said, like
Niggas ain't build that shit Architect, Artist, Black, Artifact, Realest shit
Learned about my will without a dealership kodak Perfect moment
captured niggas flyin' Picture this, truth hittin for it, Speak some
Damn, hit a lick
He ain't even mortal, down bad couldn't
finish him Since I can remember, I been poppin' my
finished this Jumpin' in the 10, thank you Ja , off a
Memphis tip Harlem Globe Trotter, spun the world On my
fingertip Love her cause she thorough thats my girl, She the realest in it
All I do is serve on my word, that's a tennis written Took a W and made it plural
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
All mine, fortified, another mine you couldn't sell me
Ye high, certified, nothin shit you couldn't tell me
Please don't tell me bout no motherfuckin' cant dos
Triumph bout a Trump, losin' feel like fake news
Up like the sun, so I'm in a great mood Shout out to The ones who been feelin' up too
I just upped a level, think I broke the meter
He got hit like I got hit, I'm breathin', know it's for a Reason
50-50 chance in these hands, make a hundred even
You gotta go to God with these plans, ain't no Interceding
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
All mine, fortified, another mine you couldn't sell me
Ye high, certified, and that shit you couldn't tell
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
Young God, Black fly kickin, feel like Jim Kelly
He went to Paris looking for answers to questions
That bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Saving the world on his own
Warm summer breezes, French wine and cheeses
Put his ambition at bay
The summers and winters scattered like splinters
And four or five years slipped away
He went to England, played the piano, and married
An actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
And bore him a young son named Jim
All of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'
And twenty more years slipped away
War took his baby,
Bombs killed his lady and left him
With only one eye
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
All he could do was just cry
While the tears were falling he was recalling
Answers that he never found
So he hopped in a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the piling and drinks
His Green label each day
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing
But he don't care what most people say
After eighty-six years of perpetual motion
If he likes you he'll smile and say
"Jimmy, some of it's magic, probably tragic,
But I had a good life all the way"
He went to Paris looking for answers to questions
That bothered him so
Time that the ladies kept quiet
No it isn't, don't be silly
Uneasy sunny day hotsy totsy
Uneasy hotsy totsy Sonny Jim
London going junkie
Young and full of spunky
Don't care what you tell us
Old and fat and jealous
Uneasy hotsy totsy sunny day
Pills for fun
Damn the news
Different choice
Different things to choose
It's time that the ladies kept quiet
Drink your booze!
You have plenty of food can I be your bride?
Their name matched his name is Jim and hers is Kim
But he could not be her man Kim's too young for Jim
Too young for Jim
Jims too big for Kim
In the streets of Bangladesh where the colors shout
Lives a girl with dreams relieved from her doubts
Jim gave her money to go to school
He couldn't be her man but be cool
Jim gave her money to go to school
He couldn't be her man but be cool
Be cool be cool
This young boy is a problem
You should call it in
Yeah, he's kicking down the
Doors Jim Morrison
This young boy is a problem
You should call it in
And he's kicking down the Doors Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison
Abbey Road and Blueprint playing on Vinyl
With the hippy flower princess born in Ohio
Chats with label presidents about my goals
And that's before 23, damn straight
I'm so Michael
The teachers said I'm nothing
But Kanye gave me college
And they feel me down in Brooklyn
Yeah, I'm feeling very Christopher Wallace
Roll me up that Mr marley
Take a pull and kick some knowledge
Ask my father, getting money is hereditary
Will Smith bitch, I am feeling legendary
This young boy is a problem
You should call it in
Yeah, he's kicking down the
Doors Jim Morrison
This young boy is a problem
You should call it in
And he's kicking down the Doors Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison
Brews with Chris Zarou
We at the Four Seasons
Got my mother crying for the right reasons
Cute English reporter tells me I'm steamin'
I reply that, "I'm just blessed to be eating"
The teachers said I'm nothing
But Kanye gave me college
And they feel me down in Brooklyn
Yeah, I'm feeling very Christopher Wallace
Roll me up that Mr marley
Take a pull and kick some knowledge
Ask my father, getting money is hereditary
Will Smith bitch, I am feeling legendary
This young boy is a problem
You should call it in
Yeah, he's kicking down the
Doors Jim Morrison
This young boy is a problem
You should call it in
And he's kicking down the Doors Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison
We're goin' west to Kaintuck, down the road to Moccasin Gap
Down the wilderness road, down the dug road, the old reedy creek road
The road down troublesome, the road through Moccasin Gap
Well, it's a hot day in '73 and this is my wife and my kid with me
Daniel Boone lost his boy the other day
Young Jim Boone's dead, now twenty miles away
Well, if you love your wife and love your baby, man
You better turn that wagon back as soon as you can
Every Injun in them hills has gone berserk
And you never gonna make it to Kaintuck
Ah, I bet I'm gonna make it to Kaintuck
I'm goin' west to Kaintuck, down the road to Moccasin Gap
Down the wilderness road, down the dug road, the old reedy creek road
The road down troublesome, the road through Moccasin Gap
On a park bench on sunny afternoon sat a young boy and a girl bout seventeen
As we stood so closely by watched them hold each other's hand
On their faces love had written we're making plans
Then he said to her you're my guiding light
Then she said to him you make my whole world seem so bright
Then we saw their books of braille and that neither one could see
Then I thought how close they must be
Souch tenderness my eyes have never seen two young lovers both just in their teens
Though their world gives them no light they see more than you and me
Don't you know how close they must be
Then a car stopped just a few steps away
And a voice said Jim and Jeannie it's time to go
With their hands still clutched so tight helping each other to the car
Can you imagine just how close they are
Don't you know how close they must be
That Jimmy Brown died just 25 and they lowered him under the ground
Right at his head was a mark that had read I leave the world young widow Brown
He left her for me now it's plain to see just why old Jim ain't around
I know that I've tried but the man ain't alive
That can keep up with young widow Brown
That woman she's crazy if she thinks that I'll just keep on a hanging around
I'd leave in a minute cept for one thing that one thing is young widow Brown
In her high steppin' style she's a goin' hog wild this night life is a whoopin' me down
But if I lose a place then I'm out of the race for kisses from young widow Brown
I must be gettin' old my walk's gettin' slow just barely can make it around
I work night and day spend all of my pay on pretties for young widow Brown
That woman she's crazy...
Last night, I broke the seal
On a Jim Beam decanter that looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar
I cleared us off a place on that one little table
That you left us
And pulled me up a big ole piece of floor
I pulled the head off Elvis
Filled Fred up to his pelvis
Yabba-Dabba-Doo, the King is gone
And so are you
'Round about ten we all got to talking
'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and such
The conversation finally turned to women
But they said they didn't get around too much
Elvis said, "find 'em young" and Fred said "old-fashioned girls are fun"
Yabba-Dabba-Doo, the King is gone
And so are you
Later on it finally hit me
That you wouldn't be a-comin' home no more
'Cause this time I know you won't forgive me
Like all of them other times before
Then I broke Elvis' nose
Pouring the last drop from his toes
Yabba-Dabba-Doo, the King is gone
And so are you
Yabba-Dabba-Doo, the King is gone
And so are you
Last night, I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter
That looks like Elvis
I soaked the label off a Flintstone Jelly Bean jar
Once I was young --
Yesterday, perhaps --
Danced with Jim and Paul
And kissed some other chaps.
Once I was young,
But never was naive.
Walk in this bitch w the fye out
Put a lil a bad bitch up in time out
Knocking everything down strikeout
Young nigga out here really get so mad have young nigga ready to psych out
Ice on my neck and I know you can see if u can't then I might take ya eye out
Bitch
Know a young nigga ride with a SK
Walking on beats shit it'll sound like a essay
Just beat up her face no sensai
Im on the block with my niggas Dikembe
She broke so she making him pay
Knocking shit right out the park like im Jim ray
Young nigga im #1 up in this state
I got the key the streets yea this way
I gotta calm down
Stop doing them drive bys run down
I gotta get to the money by sun down
We finna make it I promise somehow
Nigga try spin on us get spun out
Niggas can't fight nomo put the guns down
I was the 2 now a nigga the 1 now
Im from the ville wtf is a uptown
TN to the KY
Nigga try play with the gang then they die
Im in the booth high ash know I stay high
Ik how these niggas move through the great vein
I stuff a 35 right in a loose leaf
Don't want ya bitch but ik she'll choose me
Walk in the mall and they looking like who he?
Checkin' every box on my wishlist
Dove in the deep end headfirst
Yes sir, I'm the one that show up early and I get straight to work
Yes sir, you can bet the bag on me, nigga, 'cause I know my worth (yeah), ayy
We off a lil' Reposado (Reposado)
She slurpin' me like Maggiano's
Black shades, Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)
Chasin' that chicken, no Roscoe's
If you talking that check, mi hablo
Got a couple of cribs like Pablo
Louboutins steppin' on rojo (red)
You know I left with the right ho (yeah)
She say I'm country like Joe Dirt (Joe Dirt)
In the Lambo truck, I bet she go berserk (skrrt)
If I flex on you niggas, it's gon' hurt (gon' hurt)
I'm a Martian like Wayne, I ain't on Earth (I ain't from this Earth)
Takin' off like torpedo (woo)
Big bankroll, no Neos (no Neos)
Young Jim got the cheat code (cheat code)
I'm a wild boy like Steve-O
I'm a soldier, No Limit (Limit)
Just call me lieutenant ('tenant)
I'll be done in a minute (yeah)
I'm testin' the fish (fish)
Married to the game, put a ring on it (on it)
It is what it is (yeah)
It's red on the bottom of my feet (feet)
I'm steppin' in Christian (step)
Lord, forgive me for sinnin' (sinnin')
I'm chokin' the engine (chokin' the engine)
Broke the record like Ripley (Ripley)
I had to take riskys (riskys)
My bitch she so spoiled, throw a hissy fit (fit)
I had to put ice on my ligaments (ayy)
Need a bitch I can count up a milli with (milli)
That's what I call friends with benefits (benefits)
You've been picking on my townsfolk and they all live in fear
But worst of all, you got no style, your outfits are all bland
So let old Denim teach you a lesson now young man
Khaki Jim came out of his lean-to to the light, a revolver on his hip and his mouth around a pipe
He said, Denim, you silly old man, what I do is right.
Now me, I wasn’t scratched, praise God Amighty
(Though next time please I’ll thank ’im for a blighty).
But poor young Jim, ’e’s livin’ an’ ’e’s not;
’E reckoned ’e’d five chances, an’ ’e’ ’ad;
’E’s wounded, killed, and pris’ner, all the lot,
The bloody lot all rolled in one.
NBA Street game breaker baby, i can’t miss
so it’d hard for me to know for certain what the hook is
like a young Jim Edmonds, i catch everything
crack of the bat, now i got em shooketh
we don’t do no 7th inning stretch, i don’t rest
i just say it with my chest, ya heard me?
Once I was young
Yesterday, perhaps
Danced with Jim and Paul
And kissed some other chaps
Once I was young
But never was naive
I thought I had a trick or two
Up my imaginary sleeve
And now I know I was naive
I didn't know what time it was
Then I met you
Oh, what a lovely time it was
How sublime it was too
I didn't know what day it was
You held my hand
Warm like the month of May it was
And I'll say it was grand
Grand to be alive, to be young
To be mad, to be yours alone
Grand to see your face, feel your touch
Hear your voice say, "I'm all your own"
I didn't know what year it was
Life was no prize
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes
I'm wise and I know what time it is now
Grand to be alive, to be young
To be mad, to be yours alone
Grand to see your face, feel your touch
Hear your voice say, "I'm all your own"
I didn't know what year it was
Life was no prize
I wanted love and here it was
Shining out of your eyes
I'm wise and I know what time it is now
Jimmy Carl:
Waaaaaaaaaaa
FZ:
Jimmy Carl Black enters the audience to hustle some young ladies. Go on
Jim see if you can get any action, and if you get lucky fix us up too. And if
you're really lucky, get something for the robots...
I was young when I left home,
And I been out a'ramblin' 'round,
And I never wrote a letter to my home.
To my home, Lord, to my home,
And I never wrote a letter to my home.
Once I was young...
Yesterday, perhaps...
Danced with Jim and Paul
And kissed some other chaps.
Once I was young,
But never was naive.
We gonna say who's the big guy, when I come back
Young black male
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