Cool Your Jets - Delta Moon

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