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Grab the weed |
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I got a story to tell |
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A couple years ago, |
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It was Christmas night back in my home town |
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Wells The snow fall, about an inch an hour |
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And on the road just our pickup truck, snow plows |
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After fulfilling our obligations |
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Me and my man |
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Phil met up to start blazin' |
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Around 8 sparked the back woods, on the back road, the wind chill blew the snow like satchmo |
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I asked "How was your Christmas?", he said "it sucked." |
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I asked "Why?", he said,"Man my sister's ****ed And if that slut died tonight it wouldn't be enough" |
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I asked for an explanation he just took another puff |
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He handed it to me, |
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I told him "Mine wasn't better." "I just got a couple corny-ass sweaters And my family embarrassed me because apparently getting arrested twice in a month is worthy of a parody." |
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Just then, turned onto |
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Bear's Den, saw a whip with a woman and a kid in it, in a ditch |
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Volkswagen the color of cocaine |
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With the front end buried inside a snow bank |
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Temperatures near zero man, it isn't |
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May No reception out here to call |
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Triple A It's safe to say if |
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Phil and I hadn't drove by, this lady and her son could've frozen and died |
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We put the woods in the ash tray |
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Stopped the truck, put the gloves on, hopped out of the shit and walked that way |
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We asked if we could help, she said "Oh, thank God, yes." |
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She looked blazed herself.. |
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Her son shivered in the passenger, wearing a seat belt, he looked to be about 12 |
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We said "No Prob," |
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The son said "You're our guardian angels," |
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We laughed and moved the truck at an angle |
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We hooked the chains up and put her in drive |
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We had 'em out faster than a first pitch pop fly |
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It was all thank-yous, and huggin' |
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Could've sworn |
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I smelled |
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Rum on the breath of the woman |
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Nonetheless, |
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I gave her son a high-five, said bye hopped up in the truck and drove into the night |
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Never told anybody about the good deed of the two dudes in hoodies |
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Wish the story ended there |
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I awoke next morning with the sun |
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Reflecting off the snow in the yard out front |
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I felt fine in my flannel sheets |
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The day after a snow storm tends to bring clarity |
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And a shit load of shovelin' |
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I was still living in the home that my mother's in |
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I pulled the covers off, |
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I felt quite alive as |
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I reached to my phone that |
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I had on silent |
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Now this was years ago now, but |
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I recall I saw 16 texts, 31 missed calls |
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I knew something was awry.. |
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I ran downstairs,mom tears in her eyes |
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And a mouth agape staring at the |
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TV I said "What happened?", |
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I knew something was creepy |
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She just pointed at the screen |
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I walked down next to her to see |
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And I saw it "Two dead in a drunk driving crash in Wells A woman, 22, and a boy age 12 One survivor was in critical condition," |
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It was the mother of the boy,they think she had been drinking |
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The scene on the screen looked grimy |
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A white Jetta bisected by a pine tree |
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In the background a green jeep flipped |
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I put my hand to my mouth and said "Jesus"... |
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As I recognized the sugar loaf sticker |
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On the back of the jeep that belonged to |
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Phil's sister |
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The whole scene flashed blue and red lights |
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Illuminating |
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Christmas night |
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My heart sunk like a plane with no wings because |
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I understood the whole thing.. |
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My heart sunk like a plane with no wings.. broken |
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I mean, what if we had left them in that ditch? |
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What if we never burn cruised and we were good kids? |
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What if Phil was a bad dude like everybody thought |
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Because he sold pot |
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And we never even stopped to help them? |
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What if I had questioned that mom? |
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What if Phil's sister and that boy weren't gone? |
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What if that right that we did was a wrong? |
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And what if? and so on and on until the break of dawn.. |
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Just another |
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Christmas song |
