Bj The Dj by Stonewall Jackson
Key: CC | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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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
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He built himself up quite a reputation
 
At record hops he stayed out late
 
And his mom would always wait
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To see if he would make it home alive
 
She warned against his loss of sleep 
 
And driving fast in that old heap
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And that he had to be to work by 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
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She knew then that he'd made it there alright
 
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
 
 
Then one cold and rainy morn'
 
All four tires were badly worn
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But still he scratched off just as fast this time
 
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
 
 
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
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And then she heard the knock upon the door 
 
 
B.J. the D.J.
            G7
Only twenty-four
 
A wreck at ninety miles an hour
                       C
He'll spin the hits no more