I pull out the choke, pump hard on the gas  Oh, this wheezin' old bus is complaining.  The Dungeness winter is blowing its last  It's cold, but for once it's not raining.  "Good morning, Jennifer, welcome aboard  That's a handsome new jacket you're wearing  Now hustle up, Carrie, I'm closing the door  And I'll ask you to knock off the swearing."  CHORUS:  And it's Jimmy Come Lately to Lost Mountain Road  The fog from the bay will be clearing  I'm crossing Dean Creek with a thirty-kid load  And I'd rather be nowhere but here.  I can still smell the sweat, hear the cry of the crowd  And the team on the magazine covers  My wallet was thick, the airports were loud  Till the Monday I knew it was over  My back had gone out and I lay awake nights  As I diagrammed plays on the ceiling  All the motel room calls to my long-distance wife  Made me feel like a junkie caught stealing.  CHORUS  I've seen TV lights turn a good coach mean  Seen the pressure break a family apart  I grabbed for the glory, I wore the gold ring  And I barely escaped with my heart  Now Patrick Delaney--I've seen the kid play  God, he's got the moves and the shooting  He's already talking 'bout U.C.L.A.  While the agents line up for the looting.  CHORUS  Now Mary and me, we're a comfortable fit  And the ocean here's running with salmon  Evenings we take a long walk on the spit  And Sundays sometimes we go clamming  And they still make me offers and I just turn them down  It's a wonder they bother to find me  I'll leave to Valvano and Lewis and Brown  The wonders that I left behind me.  CHORUS