- The Jenkins - "Getaway Car"
Rememberin' when we first met,
We had that adventure in our eyes.
But somethin' got away, I guess,
In the everyday of our lives.
And I don't know what keeps us here;
Let's disappear and start all over again.
We can run away, baby, come as you are.
You can look at my heart as your getaway car.
We can drive all night, it'll be all right:
Love can take us so far in your getaway car.
Oh, yeah.
All we need is the open road,
And more fuel for the fire inside us.
Steer us on to lands unknown,
And we can leave this world behind.
And all I know is you and me;
That's all we'll need to start all over again.
We can run away, baby, come as you are.
You can look at my heart as your getaway car.
We can drive all night, it'll be all right:
Love can take us so far in your getaway car.
Oh, yeah.
Turn up the radio, (Radio.)
Don't look back again. (No.)
Let me put the pedal down,
Get us out of this town
Don't be afraid to ride.
Oh, baby, we can run away, baby, come as you are.
You can look at my heart as your getaway car.
We can drive all night, it'll be all right:
Love can take us so far in your getaway car.
We can run away, baby,
You can look at my heart as your getaway car.
All we need is the open road. (Drive all night.)
C'mon, c'mon baby, let's go now, now, hey.
Ooh, baby, ooh.
You can use my heart as your getaway car.
- The Jenkins - "Blame It On Mama"
(Dennis Hysom, Nancy Jenkins, and Christine Walker)
When I was six or seven, Mama tucked me in,
With a lullaby and they made my eyes open wide again.
I'd lie awake an' wonder why a boy named Billy Joe,
Jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge to a river far below, oh.
Oh, blame it on Mama, an' the songs she loved singin'.
I'm not from Louisiana but that don't mean a thing.
Don't come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee,
Just blame it Mama, she sang, (She sang.)
The country into me
I just loved to listen as she sang those story songs,
'Bout a Coat Of Many Colors, or a girl named Delta Dawn.
When The Lights Went out In Georgia, I would beg for just one more,
All about Fancy and the pretty red satin dancin' dress she wore.
Oh, blame it on Mama, an' the songs she loved singin'.
I'm not from Louisiana but that don't mean a thing.
Don't come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee,
Just blame it Mama, she sang, (She sang.)
The country into me.
I'm a Coal Miner's Daughter. (I'm a Coal Miner's Daughter.)
Lovin' that preacher's son. (Lovin' that preacher's son.)
I have walked the Streets Of Laredo,
Stared down the barrel of a lawman's gun.
I've grown roots an' I've got claims,
To places I've never been. (Places I've never been.)
An' when I sing those songs it takes me,
Right back home again.
Oh, blame it on Mama, an' the songs she loved singin'.
I'm not from Louisiana but that don't mean a thing.
Don't come from Alabama or hail from Tennessee,
Just blame it Mama, she sang, (She sang, she sang.)
The country into me.
The country into me, yeah.
