Jimbo – Lyrics

If ya drink – Don’t drive
‘n if ya drive – Don’t drink
‘n if ya fly….
don’t fly too high.

Well Jimbo fixed the airplanes at the airport north o’ town
He spent his nights at Brownie’s drinkin’ beer and whiskey down
Brownie’s sat out past the fairgrounds ‘cross the road from Dead Man’s Hill
It looked condemned as you know bars and taverns sometimes will

It was late one Friday evenin’ when Jimbo got the call
from a big time business man who had to be in Montreal
He said “My airplane’s smokin’ – spittin’ oil out everywhere
and I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you get it in the air”

Well Jimbo grabbed a six-pack and he said “I’ll be right out”
‘Twas just a simple twenty minute gasket job no doubt
Ah but Jimbo’s mind was roamin’ when he checked those engine seals
His head was filled with visions of one thousand dollar bills

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Hey Jimbo….
What’re ya doin’……
Takin’ a Sunday drive up in the sky?
Hey Jimbo….
Take it easy…..
You know you always fly a little high

When he was done he thought he’d take her up See how she flew
And then go back to Brownie’s for some whiskey and a brew
He took it up and headed south Flew low above the town
He thought he’d take one sweep past Brownie’s Then he’d set her down

Just a puttin’ thru the ozone that balmy summers night
Jimbo didn’t see the oil pressure droppin’ outta sight
But he did smell somethin’ smokin’ and he felt that engine STOP
and all he heard was deathly silence as that plane began to drop

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So he grabbed a little tighter on that lever in his hand
and he started lookin’ down there for a nice soft spot to land
Dead ahead was Dead Man’s Hill He figured that was best
It was as straight as any runway though much steeper than the rest

By now the bar was really buzzin’ Booze n’ beer was flowin’ free
The crowd had gotten HAPPY Adios sobriety
The band was playin’ louder now and smoke hung in the air
Meanwhile Big Jim was hangin’ lower now and he would soon be there

Now when that airplane hit that hill the landin’ gear gave way
Just then the thought occurred to Jimbo – it wasn’t Jimbo’s day
His heart was beating faster and the sparks were flyin’ bright
as Big Jim slid on down that hill at ninety mile an hour that night

‘Twas just then a drunken deacon Backslid servant of the Lord
Out the window saw Jim comin’ and was instantly restored
Meanwhile Big Jim just kept on slidin’ ‘cross the highway toward the bar
and he flipped that airplane over On Brownie’s brand new car

Now all this made a crashing sound and everyone came out to see
They found Big Jim hangin’ by his red suspenders in the tree
Sayin’ “Could you get me down from here? I’ve got to make a call”
“I have bad news for a man who thinks he’s goin’ to Montreal”

So they shook him down ‘n stood him up ‘n got him to a phone
By now Big Jim could only shake his head and wish that he’d stayed home
He dialed that fellow’s number Waved no thank you to some booze
and he said “My friend sit down I have some sobering bad news”

“You’d better tell your friends in Montreal that you just won’t be there
Ya see I tried to fix your airplane But it’s broke beyond repair
It’s out in front of Brownie’s bar on County Road 210
It’s the only airplane there Parked on a black Mercedes Benz”

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Well things worked out for mostly everybody in the end
Insurance bought a brand new plane and the boss a brand new Benz
Big Jim did not fare quite so well as you might well have knowed
He had to pay the state a thousand bucks to fix the road

So these days Jimbo leaves the flyin’ to the crazy flyin’ fools
He spends a lot less time in aeroplanes and lots more time on stools
All they’ll let him drink at Brownie’s now is diet ginger ale
but he’s ready any time to tell his thousand dollar tale

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