How Junior Got His Head Put Out

Me and my friends out late one night
4 drunk sailors looking for a fight
One pulls a pistol and he sticks it to my head
A voice in my mind says, Son you are dead
Just another scrape but we make it out alive
Some make a living tryin to steal your pride
Others talk color but I know it s all the same
Never saw a bullet that didn t know a name
Young jitterbug tryin to play that game
Always showing out as if it was a game
Bragging bout jacking people every chance he gets
Young jitterbug best watch your step
Jits with his girl out dancing on a wire
Car pulls up and opens fire
Pull up to the scene there s a whole lot of crying
Young jitterbug girlfriend lay dieing
Just 2 stories how things go down
On any given day in this little Southern town
There s a lot of slow walking and a lot a sad singing
All throughout the memories the gun shots ringing