Lyrics The Bomber - Joe Walsh

When I became of age my mama sat me down
Said "Son, you′re growin' up, it′s time you look around"
So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before
That's what brought me here knockin′ on your back door
Oh, yeah
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A closet queen, the busstop′s dream, 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, and we can't keep this cattle on my ranches
Oh, yeah
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It′s too strong, something's wrong and I guess I lost the feelin'
I don′t mind the games you play, but I don′t like your dealin'
God looked bad, the luck′s been had and there's nothin′ left to smoke
Will I be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?