The Bomber lyrics

Artist  : James Gang 
Song : The Bomber



 Send "The Bomber" Ringtone to your Cell 

 When I became of age

My Mama sat me down

She said son you're growin' up

It's time
you looked around

So I began to notice

Some things I hadn't seen before

That's
what's brought me here

Knockin' on your
back door

oh, yeah



A closet
queen the worst I've seen

She wants to
shake my hand

I don't want to be there 

She decides she can

It's Apple Dan, He's
just the man

To pick fruit off your
branches

I can't sleep, if he can't keep


His cattle off my ranches



It's too strong, something's wrong

And I
guess I've lost the feelin'

I don't mind
the games you play

But I don't like you
dealin'

The cards look bad, the luck's been
had

And there's nothin' left to smoke

We'll all be back tomorrow 

For the
punchline of the joke