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BJ THE DJ by Stonewall Jackson
A story 'bout a pal of mine, who worked out near the Georgia line
A D.J. in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear,cause he played what they liked to hear
He built himself up quite a reputation
At record hops he'd stay out late,and his mom would always wait
To see if he would make it home alive
She warned about his loss of sleep,drivin' fast in that old heap
And that he had to be to work by five
BJ the DJ,you're living much to 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 he was late again
But a break neck speeds he'd drive,to turn the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin
Mon sat by the radio until his voice told her hello
She knew that he'd made it there alive
Then she'd say a little prayer,he was safe cause 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 he scratched out and just as fast as time
He'd spin the hits no more ...Continua:
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BJ THE DJ by Stonewall Jackson
A story 'bout a pal of mine, who worked out near the Georgia line
A D.J. in a little country station
Everybody loved him dear,cause he played what they liked to hear
He built himself up quite a reputation
At record hops he'd stay out late,and his mom would always wait
To see if he would make it home alive
She warned about his loss of sleep,drivin' fast in that old heap
And that he had to be to work by five
BJ the DJ,you're living much to 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 he was late again
But a break neck speeds he'd drive,to turn the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin
Mon sat by the radio until his voice told her hello
She knew that he'd made it there alive
Then she'd say a little prayer,he was safe cause 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 he scratched out and just as fast as time
He'd spin the hits no more ...Continua: