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CA story 'bout a pal of mine
Who worked down near the Georgia line
As D.J. in a little country G7station
Everybody loved him dear 'Cause he played what they liked to hear
He built himself up quite a reputaCtion
At record hops he stayed out late And his mom would always wait
To see if he would make it home aG7live
She warned against his loss of sleep And driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be to work by Cfive
B.J. the D.J.
You're living much too G7fast
And if you don't change your ways
Don't see how you can Clast
Every morning just past four From the driveway he would roar
Overslept and he was late G7again
Then at breakneck speed he'd drive To sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must Cspin
His mom sat by the radio Until his voice told her hello
She knew then that he'd made it there aG7lright
Then she'd say a little prayer He'd be safe while he was there
And she'd wait up for him again toCnight
Then one cold and rainy morn' All four tires were badly worn
But still he scratched off just as fast this G7time
B.J. had a lot of nerve But he completely missed the curve
And he signed off down near the GeorgiaC line
Mom sat by the radio The voice she heard she didn't know
B.J.'d never been this late G7before
But with the roads so bad and all She'd wait a while before she called
And then she heard the knock upon the Cdoor
B.J. the D.J.
Only twenty-G7four
A wreck at ninety miles an hour
He'll spin the hits no Cmore