Late Bloomer

All Johnny ever wanted to do
Was to fire one up for a round or two
Carry on like a rocket blue
For all the girls to cheer and boo

Living the dream in Tennessee
Barback, jukebox, Opry
Stop to take a photograph or three
With Emmylou Harris at the Jamboree

'Cause he's a high-flyin', some death-defyin'
Operator at the end of the line
He's a tastemaker, The Great Caretaker
A legend in his mind
Not a minute sooner
He's a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine

Well, he shaved his head when he wanted to
He's got flawless timing in two-two
Still, he did what he thought he ought to
Chasing straight, white lines
And singing true

Well, she fired them up
They gathered two by two
In the afternoon, in the golden hue
He did his sure-shot damndest to tame them two
She finally said "I love you"
Like she wanted to

'Cause he's a high-flyin', some death-defyin'
Operator at the end of the line
He's a shit stirrer
No ma'am, yes sir-er
A legend in his time
Not a minute sooner
He's a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine

Well, the fireworks got rained out
So open up your mouth
And take the medicine
You thought you'd never hear about

Not a minute sooner
He's a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine
He's a trapeze flying, no fear of dying
Operator at the end of the line
He's a mountain climber
A deep sea diver
Everything is gonna fit just fine
He's a Blackjack Davey
No sir, not maybe
Everything is gonna fit just fine
Not a minute sooner
He's a late bloomer
Everything is gonna fit just fine