Story Behind The Song
True story--it happened.
Song Description
Story of a guy walking home along the road and being hit and killed by a drunk driver.
| Song Length |
3:24 |
Genre |
Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Duet Male |
| Mood |
Outraged, Troubled |
Subject |
Murder, Rape, Justice |
| Similar Artists |
Neil Young, Wilco |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
Waking up I knew it was gonna be a bad day,
Books on the table but I can't turn a page
You're not home, and I feel so strange,
The eye of the storm is heading my way.
When you talk, you talk to me just like a little kid
Starry night, bloody tires, I know what you did,
Cards are falling one by one in the town tonight.
You left early, stayed late and came home drunk,
Sirens wailing, hoped the cops had picked you up,
The last time, I've had enough.
Of driving wild plenty high and drinking Buds.
When you talk, you talk to me just like a little kid
Starry night, bloody tires, I know what you did,
Cards are falling one by one in the town tonight.
Shooting pool for money and burning up your pay,
He took your dough, four-in-a-row, and walked away,
Closing time, asked the bartender, "What's his name?"
"Closing time, indeed," somebody heard you say.
Hit and run is what you done, no way out of it
Country road, Mexican Joe, you ran over him
Another hit and run on the road tonight.
Hit and run is what you done, no way out of it
Country road, Mexican Joe, you ran over him
Another hit and run on the road tonight.