Me And Jerome

Here's the story 'bout me and JeromeJust convinced him to come out of his homeFree as freedom with the highways to romeHe said 'I'll take a drink, but I don't smoke anymore', noHe loosed up when we hit TennesseeDrinkin' bourbon and laughing at meI asked him why he disappeared so suddenlyHe said 'I ran away before they made a movie outta meAnd I'm charmed, charmed, charmedGlad to take a rideYou're a song, song, song my friendAt lunch we'll spilt a book and a banana pieOn the interstate we ran out of gasHad a vision of the motel we passedThe needle was falling, and falling fastPulled her in the drive and the drive, and whole thing collapsedI'm charmed, chamed, chamedGlad to take a rideYou're a song, song, song my friendAt lunch we'll spilt a book and a banana pieHe said 'I must admit I'e never done this sort of thisBut I like your eyes and the way you singIt doesn't matter where you ought to beHow you get there's the thing'