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