Jimmy launches into the refrain. He has the gestures, the moves, the visceral feelof a guy who knows the blues and can sing with his heart. He comes back from the refrain, slips into the finish: "... I don't want no woman to run with every downtown man she see/Goodbye baby, this is the last you'll see of me."
Lusty applause. Loud whoops and hollers. Jimmy grabs his beer and throws back a hit. "Thank you, and God bless you," he says, making a little bow.