A story bout a friend of mine Who worked down near the Georgia Line A DJ in a little country station Everybody loved him dear 'Cause he played what they liked to hear He built himself quite a reputation At record hops he stayed out late And his mom would always wait To see if he had made it home alive She warned against his loss of sleep And driving fast in that old heap And that he had to be at work by five BJ the DJ, you're living much too fast And if you don't change your ways Don't see how you can last Every morning just past four From the driveway he would roar He overslept and he was late again Then at breakneck speed He'd drive to sign the station on at five He had lots of records he must spin His mom sat by the radio Until his voice called her "Hello" She knew then that he made it there alright Then she'd say a little prayer He'd be safe for he was there And she'd wait up for him again tonight Then one cold and rainy morn All the tires were badly worn But still he scratched off just as fast as time BJ had a lot of nerve But he completely missed the curve And he signed off down near the Georgia Line Mom sat by the radio The voice she heard she didn't know BJ'd never been this late before But with the road so bad And all she'd wait a while before she called And then she heard the knock upon the door BJ the DJ only twenty four A wreck at ninety miles an hour He'll spin the hits no more © CEDARWOOD PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com