How Junior Got His Head Put Out Lyrics
Me and my friends out late one night
Four drunk sailors looking for a fight
One pulls a pistol and he sticks it to my head
A voice in my mind says, 'Son you are dead'
Just another scrape but we make it out alive
Some make a living' tryin' to steal your pride
Others talk color but I know it's all the same
Never saw a bullet that didn't know a name
Young jitterbug tryin' to play that game
Always showing' out as if it was a game
Bragging 'bout jacking people every chance he gets
Young jitterbug best watch your step
Jits with his girl out dancing' on a wire
Car pulls up and opens fire
Pull up to the scene there's a whole lot of cryin'
Young jitterbug girlfriend lay dyin'
Just two stories how things go down
On any given day in this little southern town
There's a lot of slow walking and a lot a sad singin'
All throughout the memories the gun shots ringin'