| I was headed north on Highway Five
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| On a star-lit Sunday night
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| When a pick-up truck flew by me out of control
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| As I watched in my headlights
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| He swerved left then back right
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| He never hit the brakes
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| As he left the road
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| I found him lying in the grass
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| Among the steel and glass
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| With an empty whiskey bottle by his side
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| And through the blood and tears
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| He whispered in my ear
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| A few last words just before he died
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| Don’t tell Mama I was drinking
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| Lord knows her soul would never rest
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| I can’t leave this world with Mama thinking
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| I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath
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| I still think about that night
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| And how that young man died
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| And how others sometimes pay for our mistakes
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| The last thing on his mind
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| As he left this world behind
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| Was knowing someone else’s heart would break |