THIS STORY IS ABOUT
A PAL OF MINE
THAT WORKED DOWN
NEAR THE GEORGIA LINE
A D. J.
IN A LITTLE
COUNTRY STATION
EVERYBODY
LOVED HIM DEAR
HE PLAYED WHAT THEY
LIKED TO HEAR
HE BUILT HIMSELF UP
QUITE A REPUTATION
AT THE 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
B. J. THE D. J.
YOU'RE LIVING
MUCH TOO FAST
AND IF YOU DON'T
CHANGE YOUR WAYS
CAN'T SEE HOW
YOU CAN LAST
EVERY MORNING
JUST PAST FOUR
FROM THE DRIVEWAY
HE WOULD ROAR
OVER SLEPT
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
TOLD HER HELLO
SHE KNEW THEN
THAT HE'D
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 FOUR TIRES
WERE BADLY WORN
BUT STILL HE
SCRATCHED OFF
JUST AS FAST THIS TIME
B. J. SURE HAD
A LOT OF NERVE
BUT HE COMPLETELY
MISSED THAT CURVE
AND HE SIGNED OFF
DOWN NEAR
THE GEORGIA LINE
HIS MOM SAT
BY THE RADIO
THE VOICE SHE HEARD
SHE DID NOT KNOW
B. J.'D NEVER BEEN
THIS LATE BEFORE
BUT WITH THE ROAD
SO BAD AND ALL
SHE'D WAIT AWHILE
BEFORE SHE CALLED
AND THEN SHE HEARD
THE KNOCK
UPON THE DOOR
B. J. THE D. J.
ONLY TWENTY-FOUR
A WRECK AT
NINETY MILES AN HOUR
HE'LL SPIN THE HITS
NO MORE
B. J. THE D. J.
ONLY TWENTY-FOUR
A WRECK AT
NINETY MILES AN HOUR
HE'LL SPIN THE HITS
NO MORE
B. J. THE D. J.
ONLY TWENTY-FOUR
A WRECK AT
NINETY MILES AN HOUR
HE'LL SPIN THE HITS
NO MORE