Texty:
Jimmy Dean In The Garden

I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear, falling on my ear The son of God discloses And he walks with me

what I'm packin' in my denim It's what's in my genes The only smoked meat the only sausage I would eat Is made by Jimmy Dean See I'm not too keen on the

for zeroes Futures unforeseen Spending all my energy In keeping my virginity And living in a fantasy In love with Jimmy Dean If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy

what I'm packin' in my denim it's what's in my genes The only smoked meat the only sausage I would eat is made by Jimmy Dean See I'm not to keen on the

for zeroes Futures unforeseen Spending all my energy In keeping my virginity And living in a fantasy In love with Jimmy Dean If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy