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B.J. The D.J. - Stonewall Jackson
Written by：Hugh Lewis
A story about 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 a quite a reputation
At record hops he stayed out late
And his mom would always wait
To see if he had made it home alive
She warned against his loss of sleep
And driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five
BJ the DJ you're living 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 he was late again
Then at breakneck speed
He'd drive to sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin
His mom said by the radio until his voice told her hello
She knew then that he made it there alright
Then she'd say a little prayer
Giving thanks that he was there
And she'd wait up for him again tonight
Then one cold and rainy morn
All the tires were badly worn
But still he screeched off
Just as fast this time
Well 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 didn't know
BJ'd never been this late before
But with the road so bad
And all she'd wait a while before she called
And 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 discs no more