James Gang The Bomber Lyrics

The Bomber Lyrics

When I became of age

My Mama sat me down

She said son you're growin'
up

It's time you looked around

So I began to notice

Some
things I hadn't seen before

That's what's brought me here

Knockin'
on your back door

oh, yeah



A closet queen the worst I've
seen

She wants to shake my hand

I don't want to be there 

She
decides she can

It's Apple Dan, He's just the man

To pick fruit off
your branches

I can't sleep, if he can't keep 

His cattle off my
ranches



It's too strong, something's wrong

And I guess I've
lost the feelin'

I don't mind the games you play

But I don't like
you dealin'

The cards look bad, the luck's been had

And there's
nothin' left to smoke

We'll all be back tomorrow 

For the punchline
of the joke