Cool Your Jets

I can make good time on the bottom Where the old rocky river runs clear, But I got to slow down on the switchbacks. You know there's ice on the road up here. Mama, cool Mama, cool Mama, cool your jets awhile. I come down here to Atlanta Where the bright lights shine. I saw a thousand people in a quarter mile. Ain't one of them a friend of mine. Mama, cool Mama, cool Mama, cool your jets awhile. I pressed my ear to the dashboard To hear the ocean roar. I swore I heard a mermaid singing, Why don't you love me like you did before? Mama, cool Mama, cool Mama, cool your jets awhile. Cool 'em on down. Mama, cool Mama, cool Mama, cool your jets awhile. Mama, cool Mama, cool Mama, cool your jets awhile.