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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.
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Only twenty-four
A wreck at ninety miles an hour
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He'll spin the hits no more
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