This here's a story 'bout me and Jerome

Just convinced him to come out of his home

Free as freedom with the highways to roam,

he said. "I'll take a drink but I don't smoke anymore"

He loosened up when we hit Tennessee

Drinking bourbon and laughing at me

I asked him why he disappeared so suddenly,

he said. "I ran away before they made a movie outta me"





And I'm charmed, charmed, charmed

Glad to take a ride

You're a song, song, song my friend

For lunch we split a book and a banana pie.





On the interstate I ran out of gas

Had a vision of the motel we passed

The needle was falling and the falling fast

Pulled her in the drive and the whole thing collapsed

He said, "I must admit I've never done this sort of thing

But I like our eyes and the way you sing"

It doesn't matter where you ought to be

How you get there's the thing