Bj The Dj

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A story 'bout a pal of mine


Who worked down near the Georgia 
line

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As 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 
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reputation




At record hops he stayed out late


And his mom would always wait

To see if he would make it home 
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alive


She warned against his loss of sleep


And driving fast in that old heap

And that he had to be to work by 
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five




B.J. the D.J.

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You're living much too fast


And if you don't change your ways

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Don't see how you can last


Every morning just past four


From the driveway he would roar

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Overslept and he was late again


Then at breakneck speed he'd drive


To sign the station on at five

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He had lots of records he must spin




His mom sat by the radio


Until his voice told her hello

She knew then that he'd made it 
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there alright


Then she'd say a little prayer


He'd be safe while he was there

And she'd wait up for him again 
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tonight




Then one cold and rainy morn'


All four tires were badly worn

But still he scratched off just as 
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fast this time


B.J. had a lot of nerve


But he completely missed the curve

And he signed off down near the 
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Georgia line




Mom sat by the radio


The voice she heard she didn't know

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B.J.'d never been this late before


But with the roads so bad and all


She'd wait a while before she called

And then she heard the knock upon 
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the door




B.J. the D.J.

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Only twenty-four


A wreck at ninety miles an hour

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He'll spin the hits no more