| Song | Move Away Jimmy Blue |
| Artist | Del Amitri |
| Album | Waking Hours |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Justin Currie & Iain Harvie | |
| A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
| Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
| Your low voice mingles with your other half's; | |
| Schoolfriends in second-hand clothes | |
| Eventually your world will shrink within four walls | |
| Of neglected debts and stolen stereos. | |
| So move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town turns around | |
| And swallows you | |
| A drunk mother was the cue | |
| For the legendary things that you do | |
| Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
| Behind the old glue factory too. | |
| So move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town turns around | |
| And swallows you | |
| Wet feet visit the same old places | |
| Finding nothing new | |
| It's a binful of tissues from made-up faces | |
| In a townful of nothing to do | |
| A love match with the moon | |
| In a layby, while insects hum and | |
| You got put in the darkness of a woman's womb | |
| Jimmy blue. | |
| So move away, yeh, | |
| Move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town | |
| Turns around and swallows you. |
| zuo qu : Justin Currie Iain Harvie | |
| A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
| Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
| Your low voice mingles with your other half' s | |
| Schoolfriends in secondhand clothes | |
| Eventually your world will shrink within four walls | |
| Of neglected debts and stolen stereos. | |
| So move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town turns around | |
| And swallows you | |
| A drunk mother was the cue | |
| For the legendary things that you do | |
| Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
| Behind the old glue factory too. | |
| So move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town turns around | |
| And swallows you | |
| Wet feet visit the same old places | |
| Finding nothing new | |
| It' s a binful of tissues from madeup faces | |
| In a townful of nothing to do | |
| A love match with the moon | |
| In a layby, while insects hum and | |
| You got put in the darkness of a woman' s womb | |
| Jimmy blue. | |
| So move away, yeh, | |
| Move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town | |
| Turns around and swallows you. |
| zuò qǔ : Justin Currie Iain Harvie | |
| A struck match faded like a nervous laugh | |
| Beyond the halo of a naked bulb | |
| Your low voice mingles with your other half' s | |
| Schoolfriends in secondhand clothes | |
| Eventually your world will shrink within four walls | |
| Of neglected debts and stolen stereos. | |
| So move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town turns around | |
| And swallows you | |
| A drunk mother was the cue | |
| For the legendary things that you do | |
| Behind a carnival tent with mud on your face | |
| Behind the old glue factory too. | |
| So move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town turns around | |
| And swallows you | |
| Wet feet visit the same old places | |
| Finding nothing new | |
| It' s a binful of tissues from madeup faces | |
| In a townful of nothing to do | |
| A love match with the moon | |
| In a layby, while insects hum and | |
| You got put in the darkness of a woman' s womb | |
| Jimmy blue. | |
| So move away, yeh, | |
| Move away jimmy blue | |
| Before your small, small town | |
| Turns around and swallows you. |