Late Bloomer

All Johnny ever wanted to do Was to fire one up for a round or two Carry on like a rocket blue For all the girls to cheer and boo Living the dream in Tennessee Barback, jukebox, Opry Stop to take a photograph or three With Emmylou Harris at the Jamboree 'Cause he's a high-flyin', some death-defyin' Operator at the end of the line He's a tastemaker, The Great Caretaker A legend in his mind Not a minute sooner He's a late bloomer Everything is gonna fit just fine Well, he shaved his head when he wanted to He's got flawless timing in two-two Still, he did what he thought he ought to Chasing straight, white lines And singing true Well, she fired them up They gathered two by two In the afternoon, in the golden hue He did his sure-shot damndest to tame them two She finally said "I love you" Like she wanted to 'Cause he's a high-flyin', some death-defyin' Operator at the end of the line He's a shit stirrer No ma'am, yes sir-er A legend in his time Not a minute sooner He's a late bloomer Everything is gonna fit just fine Well, the fireworks got rained out So open up your mouth And take the medicine You thought you'd never hear about Not a minute sooner He's a late bloomer Everything is gonna fit just fine He's a trapeze flying, no fear of dying Operator at the end of the line He's a mountain climber A deep sea diver Everything is gonna fit just fine He's a Blackjack Davey No sir, not maybe Everything is gonna fit just fine Not a minute sooner He's a late bloomer Everything is gonna fit just fine