Jimmy Lyrics - Singles - Big Tent Revival

Jimmy rode a bike with a steering wheel 

Said he didn't like the way the handle bars feel 

Folks said, Jimmy, son what's the deal? 

And this is what Jimmy said 

Ain't no more with the wonder why 

I can't live like those other guys 

So I dwell on the outside 

And do what's right for me 

Get on wit' your bad self 

Get on wit' your bad self 

Get on wit' your bad self, Jimmy 

One day Jimmy was hangin' 'round 

And a man said, "Boy, won't you come down 

To a big tent meetin' outside town 

Gonna be a big show" 

Jimmy thought about it for a short while 

And his words came back with a big smile 

Well, if it ain't ordinary, then it's my style 

So I guess I'll have to go 

Get on wit' your bad self 

Get on wit' your bad self 

Get on wit' your bad self, Jimmy 

From the time that he walked in that place 

There was a burnin' in his soul 

When he heard about Heaven and God's grace 

That Jimmy was a holy rollin' 

Some folks never quite figured out 

Just what Jimmy was all about 

Well he sure loved Jesus, but they had doubts about 

About what the bike with a steering wheel