He was seventeen, quarterback on the home team
On the back road and in between his fifth and sixth base
Then he saw those blue lights and couldn’t walk that straight line
His daddy cussed and mama cried when they bailed him out of there
He got in the truck, they said, got what deserve
Brought him button and drug his butt church
Said, boy, the and the bad
you’re running around’s little
You’re living fast
the in the middle
take back, and ask
in your heart, ain’t that off track
ain’t that hard back
the and the bad
He was twenty-eight, they they were wait
About week from the he’ll never forget
she him in the of the night
Said, grab the bag, it’s time
the of his life got there
He the in the mirror
Said, boy, the and the bad
you’re running around’s little
You’re living fast
the in the middle
take back, and ask
in your heart, ain’t that off track
ain’t that hard back
the bad
the bad
Life don’t stop and one’s perfect
straight and narrow throws curbside
If you’re anything like me
need
Is the and the bad
you’re running around’s little
You’re living fast
the in the middle
take back, and ask
in your heart, ain’t that off track
ain’t that hard back
the bad
the bad