I hit the road in a 52 Ford A pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard The sun was set, the gas gauge was low And it was time to go I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly Needed a friend the day my mother died Her place was hot and it smelled of sin I guess when one life goes, another begins Hey now, what you gonna do? Got a fiver in your pocket And a switchblade in your boot Hey now, what you gonna say To make it go away? I found the city by the mark on the stamp Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp I found his work, I found their home I waited until I knew she was alone I didnt want the child to see life I justified and it wounded my pride My mind was set that no one could know The girl had to go Hey now, what you gonna do? Got a fiver in your pocket And a switchblade in your boot Hey now, what you gonna say To make it go away? Hey now, what you gonna do? Got a fiver in your pocket And a switchblade in your boot Hey now, what you gonna say To make it go away? Light stumbled in through a crack in the shades Reflected off of the edge of my blade As I reached for the girl with the knife in my hand I thought, I guess the kid deserves a chance Her man came in as I started to go My last intentions, how could he know? The blade sank deep into my skin I guess when one life goes, another begins
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