Yo! Bubba
You could here it when he talked that he was cool and self assured.
His friends would like to say he was a man of his iron word.
He had to do things his way, and it had to be just right.
Step on his friends or family, and you were looking for a fight.
And he said "Yo! Bubba". Yo.
And he loved you so you'd know.
Get it right, and let it show.
Can't nobody hold me down.
He looked natural in brown leather, just as natural with a tie.
Whether talking shit or business, he could get you on a high.
He was known to be ingenious by the ones who knew him best.
Shallow efforts for attention usually left him unimpressed.
But he'd say "Yo! Bubba". Yo.
And he loved you so you'd know.
Make it right, you know that it will show.
Can't nobody hold me down.
On the job they called him "Mister". On the road they
called him James.
You'd remember if you've met him, even if you're weak on names.
He was usually pretty funny. He was often quite absurd.
And he might laugh because he liked you, even if its one he'd
heard.
And he'd say, "Yo! Bubba". Yo.
And he loved you so you'd know.
When its right God its got to show.
Can't nobody hold me down.
Every year he toured the mountains with a group of his close
friends.
On a dressed up Harley "Panhead". It was there he met
his end.
Riding out of Krimmling from a late night run for beer.
First two motors down the canyon, then one motor is all you hear.
He'd say, "Yo! Bubba". Yo.
And he loved me. That I know.
Got it right, and made it show
Can't nobody hold me down.
Can’t nobody slow me down.
