B.J. The D.J.

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Carl Smith - Country, USA

B.J. The D.J.

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A story 'bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia line A DJ in a little country station Everybody loved him dear, he played what they liked to hear He built himself up quite a reputation At record hops he stayed out late, mom would always sit and wait To see if he had made it home alive She warned against his loss of sleep, drivin' 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 morning just past four, from the driveway he would roar Overslept and hе was late again Then at breaknеck 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 'til his voice told her hello She knew that he had made it there alright And then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe for he was there She'd wait up for him again tonight Then one cold and rainy morn, all the tires were badly worn Still he scratched off just as fast as time BJ had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve And he signed off down near the Georgia line Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she did not know BJ'd never been this late before But with the road so bad and all she'd wait awhile before she called Then she heard the knock upon the door BJ the DJ, only twenty four A wreck at ninety miles an hour he'll spin the hits no more

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  • Hugh X. Lewis