Paroles: Shel Silverstein. Me And Jimmie Rodgers.
Me and Jimmie Rodgers used to ride them rollin' box cars
In the summertime
And Jimmie he'd play his guitar
And I'd lay back and watch the stars and sip my wine.
And me and Audie Murphy used to crawl out on our bellies
Through the German lines
No Audie, I won't leave you here.
I'll pull you through
'Cause buddy you're a pal of mine.
Me and Phil Rizzuto didn't we move around like lightnin'
On the double play
And I'd look over in the stands, and Marilyn would see me
And she'd smile and wave.
Hell no, Coach Lombardi, this broken back ain't nothin'.
If the game was save
And fellas, if I don't pull through
Just put a little golden football
On my grave.
John Wayne he once said to me them Japs'll take the island
And we gotta save the ol' red white and blue
Someone's gotta swim out to the submarine and warn 'em
And, kid, you know I hate like hell to ask you to.
Me and Rocky Marciano used to spar together
Up in Stillman's gym
Knowin' someday it would be the Garden
And a championship
For me or him.
And Coop, if no one in this town is man enough to back you
When Frank Miller comes
Come high noon, I'll walk with you.
I may be young,
But I know how to use a gun.
Betty Grable, don't you cry. You know you can be a star
And with my drinkin', I'd just hold you back
Go on sign the contracts, hon, and I'll read about you in
Some old newspaper blown' 'cross some lonesome hobo camp.
'Cause me and Jimmie Rodgers we still ride them rollin' box cars
In the summertime
And Jimmie he play his guitar while I lay back
And watch the stars and sip my wine.
And me and Audie Murphy we still crawl out on our bellies
Through the German lines.
No, Audie, I won't leave you here.
I'll pull you through cause, buddy, you're a pal of mine.
Hey, Marilyn, come on over here and hold me close to you
And kiss me one last time.
In the summertime
And Jimmie he'd play his guitar
And I'd lay back and watch the stars and sip my wine.
And me and Audie Murphy used to crawl out on our bellies
Through the German lines
No Audie, I won't leave you here.
I'll pull you through
'Cause buddy you're a pal of mine.
Me and Phil Rizzuto didn't we move around like lightnin'
On the double play
And I'd look over in the stands, and Marilyn would see me
And she'd smile and wave.
Hell no, Coach Lombardi, this broken back ain't nothin'.
If the game was save
And fellas, if I don't pull through
Just put a little golden football
On my grave.
John Wayne he once said to me them Japs'll take the island
And we gotta save the ol' red white and blue
Someone's gotta swim out to the submarine and warn 'em
And, kid, you know I hate like hell to ask you to.
Me and Rocky Marciano used to spar together
Up in Stillman's gym
Knowin' someday it would be the Garden
And a championship
For me or him.
And Coop, if no one in this town is man enough to back you
When Frank Miller comes
Come high noon, I'll walk with you.
I may be young,
But I know how to use a gun.
Betty Grable, don't you cry. You know you can be a star
And with my drinkin', I'd just hold you back
Go on sign the contracts, hon, and I'll read about you in
Some old newspaper blown' 'cross some lonesome hobo camp.
'Cause me and Jimmie Rodgers we still ride them rollin' box cars
In the summertime
And Jimmie he play his guitar while I lay back
And watch the stars and sip my wine.
And me and Audie Murphy we still crawl out on our bellies
Through the German lines.
No, Audie, I won't leave you here.
I'll pull you through cause, buddy, you're a pal of mine.
Hey, Marilyn, come on over here and hold me close to you
And kiss me one last time.
Shel Silverstein
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