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.