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Artist: Marian Call
Total songs: 1
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It's Good To Have Jayne On Your Side Lyrics - Singles - Marian Call

Oh he's dumb, but he's tough 

And he likes to shoot stuff 

And he don't give a damn what you think 

 

Spends his days turning wrenches 

And his nights chasing wenches 

And he'll happily kick in your teeth 

Oh, he'll happily kick in your teeth 

 

Well he comes from Saint Jobe 

Where he grew up with his mom 

Lots of fish and this drunk Mexican 

 

And then he hopped a few trains 

Just to ride off his pains 

Now he's doing the best that he can 

Oh, he's doing the best that he can 

 

He's too proud to live 

And too dumb to die 

Lord knows that his momma tried 

 

And he's always meant well 

Well, he's going to hell 

But it's good to have jayne on your side 

Oh, it's good to have jayne on your side 

 

He steals what he needs 

From the big companies 

And he don't fight for honor nor fame 

 

A night out with his gun 

Is his idea of fun 

And he thinks all yer Mudders are lame 

Oh, he thinks all yer Mudders are lame 

 

He's too proud to live 

And too dumb to die 

Lord knows how his momma tried 

 

And he's always meant well 

But he's going to hell 

Well it's good to have Jayne on your side 

Oh, it's good to have Jayne on your side 

 

Oh he rolls with the Satans 

But he don't do much hatin' 

He don't need a lot from this world 

 

Just a little more clutch 

And some vittles and such 

And just one night with some pretty girl 

Oh, some trim from some fine looking girl 

 

He's too proud to live 

And too dumb to die 

Lord knows how his momma she tried 

 

And he's always meant well 

While he's going to hell 

But it's good to have Jayne on your side 

Oh, it's good to have Jayne on your side 

 

Jayne's dumb, but he's tough 

And he likes to shoot stuff 

And he don't give a damn what you think 

 

Spends his days turning wrenches 

And his nights chasing wenches 

And he'll happily kick in your teeth 

Oh, he'll happily kick in your teeth