How Junior Got His Head Put Out

(albüm: Lochloosa - 2004)

Me and my friends out late one night
Four drunk sailors looking for a fight
One pulls a pistol and he sticks it to my head
A voice in my mind says, 'Son you are dead'

Just another scrape but we make it out alive
Some make a living' trying to steal your pride
Others talk color but I know it's all the same
Never saw a bullet that didn't know a name

Young jitterbug trying to play that game
Always showing' out as if it was a game
Bragging 'bout jacking people every chance he gets
Young jitterbug best watch your step

Jits with his girl out dancing' on a wire
Car pulls up and opens fire
Pull up to the scene there's a whole lot of crying
Young jitterbug girlfriend lay dying

Just two stories how things go down
On any given day in this little southern town
There's a lot of slow walking and a lot a sad singing
All throughout the memories the gun shots ringing