BJ the DJ    (video)

 

    A - A7 - D

 

          D

1. 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,

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    everybody loved him dear 'cause he played what they liked to hear,

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    he built himself up quite a reputation.

 

          D

2. At record hops he stayed out late and his mom would always wait

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    to see if he had made it home alive,

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    she warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap,

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   and that he had to be at work by five.

 

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    B.J. the D.J., you're living much too fast,

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    and if you don't change your ways, don't see how you can last.

 

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3. Every morning just past four from the driveway he would roar,

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    overslept and he was late again,

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    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.

 

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4. His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her “hello”,

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    she knew then that he'd made it there alright,

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    then she'd say a little prayer, he'd be safe while he was there,

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    and she'd wait up for him again tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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5. Then one cold and rainy morn' all four tyres were badly worn,

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    but still he scratched off just as fast this time,

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    B.J. had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve,

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    and he signed off down near the Georgia line.

 

       D

6. 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,

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    but with the roads so bad and all, she'd wait a while before she called,

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    and then she heard the knock upon the door.

 

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    B.J. the D.J., only twenty-four,

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    a wreck at ninety miles an hour, he'll spin the hits no more.

 

 

(orig. = capo 2nd)    (Stonewall Jackson)