Jack and Jim - The Riplets

All these boys wanna show me they're real men Flexin' those pipes and poppin' them veins If I get one more ticket to the gun show I'm gonna blow out my brains All these boys comin' at me on the weekend Saddlin' up and feedin' me lines If I get one more "Come here often?" I'm gonna lose my mind HEY! Got every man in here wishin' HEY! Got some stiff competition HEY! Don't wanna break your heart But I'm with the boys at the bar With Jim, Jack, Johnnie, & Jose They always know just what to say We stay up talkin' through the night When it's just one of those days I roll with Jim, Jack, Johnnie, & Jose Takes a special kind of man To make me feel like a woman Lets me come undone Fallin' on floors or dancin' on tables He's never gonna judge HEY! You know I really ain't kiddin' HEY! There ain't no competition HEY! No one's gonna break my heart When I'm with the boys at the bar With Jim, Jack, Johnnie, & Jose They always know just what to say We stay up talkin' through the night When it's just one of those days I roll with Jim, Jack, Johnnie, & Jose Spin the bottle Spin the bottle Spin the bottle all night Spin the bottle Spin the bottle Spin the bottle all night Round and round and round he goes Where he stops – only I know JIM! He's eighty-proof JACK! He goes down smooth JOHNNIE! He's a stone-cold hottie JOSE! He likes to party! A guaranteed good time Gonna last all night, gonna last all night With Jim, Jack, Johnnie, & Jose They always know just what to say We stay up talkin' through the night When it's just one of those days I roll with Jim, Jack, Johnnie, & Jose

The railroads, and the riverboats, that bred the mighty man That we read about, and we dream about The men who built this land And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who worked the mills And the poor hard working miners Who died inside the hills While the rivers that flow Are the blood of our land And the trucks they keep rumbling On the great concrete band And the railroads keep pushing To be all they once were And nature is calling No one's listening to her And the immigrants, by the boat load, in a dozen different tones Sang of freedom, in the new land Climbed the ladder rung by rung Some to Boston, some to Pittsburg, Philidelphia and St. Paul And the old ways, led to new days They were welcome one and all. While the rivers that flow Are the blood of our land And the trucks they keep rumbling On the great concrete band And the railroads keep pushing To be all they once were And nature is calling No one's listening to her With the railroads, and the riverboats, and the bread lines far behind And the days we sang together Long gone but still in mind And the men who, came before us, men who brought us to today And the story, still unravels, from the dreams of yesterday While the rivers that flow Are the blood of our land And the trucks they keep rumbling On the great concrete band And the railroads keep pushing To be all they once were And nature is calling No one's listening to her And nature is calling, No one's listening to her