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I was headed north on highway five on a star-lit |
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Sunday night |
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When a pick-up truck flew by me out of control |
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As I watched in my headlights, he swerved left then back right |
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He never hit the brakes as he left the road |
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I found him lyin' in the grass among the steel and glass |
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With an empty whiskey bottle by his side |
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And through the blood and tears he whispered in my ear |
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A few last words just before he died |
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Don't tell mama |
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I was drinkin' |
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Lord knows, her soul would never rest |
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And I can't leave this world with mama thinkin' |
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I met the |
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Lord with whiskey on my breath |
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I still think about that night and how that young man died |
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And how others sometimes pay for our mistakes |
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The last thing on his mind as he left this world behind |
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Was knowin' someone else's heart would break |
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Don't tell mama |
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I was drinkin' |
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Lord knows, her soul would never rest |
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I can't leave this world with mama thinkin' |
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I met the |
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Lord with whiskey on my breath |
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Don't tell mama |
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I was drinkin' |
