A STORY ABOUT
A PAL OF MINE
THAT WORKED DOWN
NEAR THE GEORGIA LINE
AS DJ IN A LITTLE
COUNTRY STATION
EVERYBODY
LOVED HIM DEAR
HE PLAYED WHAT
THEY LIKED TO HEAR
BUILT HIMSELF
UP QUITE A
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
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 LIVIN'
MUCH TOO FAST
AND IF YOU DON'T
CHANGE YOUR WAYS
DON'T SEE HOW
YOU CAN LAST
EVERY MORNIN'
JUST PAST FOUR
FROM THE DRIVEWAY
HE WOULD ROAR
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
TOLD HER HELLO
SHE KNEW THEN
THAT HE'D MADE IT
THERE ALRIGHT
AND THEN SHE'D SAY
A LITTLE PRAYER
HE'D BE SAFE WHILE
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
WELL BJ
HAD A LOT OF NERVE
HE COMPLETELY
MISSED THAT CURVE
HE SIGNED OFF DOWN
NEAR THE GEORGIA LINE
HIS MOM SAT BY
THE RADIO
THE VOICE SHE HEARD
SHE DIDN'T KNOW
BJ HAD NEVER BEEN
THIS LATE BEFORE
BUT WITH THE ROAD
SO BAD AND ALL
SHE'D WAIT AWHILE
BEFORE SHE'D CALL
AND THEN SHE HEARD
THAT KNOCK
UPON THE DOOR
BJ THE DJ
ONLY TWENTY-FOUR
A WRECK AT
NINETY MILES AN HOUR
HE'LL SPIN THE HITS
NO MORE