We put our pants on one leg at a time
Just like every other fucker who wants to be Gram Parsons in Los Angeles
Oh rhinestones are a thing of beauty but we don't have cash for Nudie
Forget about Manuel
So send us back to the thrift stores again
We're Jimbo Pap and you could call us a band
But it's a shell corporation
Roots rock re-imagination or a standard derivation
Just like every other fucker with a microphone, Oh we're so alone
Looking for a new friend or two to help us make it through
The news cycle that's sucking out our will to live
We've only got these songs to give so we humbly submit them to you
