Sirens wail and a flashin' light
Nothin' better to do on
she picked up the telephone
All she heard was dial tone
She
Hometown in my rearview
This truck ain't got enough gas
It ain't
You say you will, but you never do
Kind of gettin’
Well I miss you baby
I gotta get back home to
Well I gotta friend that lives south of town
Loves to
She's got a smile a million miles long
Got a trail
She's got that certain thing about her
Sometimes it drives me
Wake up Dee Dee is what he would say
Then
Dimebag darrell godbless that man
ripped from us by the devils
I gotta mind to go back to that drawin' board
Maybe
well its late and you know ive been up drinking
talking
Atlantic City I was busted
And the wind was bitter cold
Well,
You got your fingers runnin' though my hair
I got my
Jimmy was a small town kid
The only thing that
Could you try to keep it down I was up
Sittin' there with your hair all in your face
Tears are
I got a number in my pocket
Keep it in
I use to get stoned on my sisters record collection
Yeah she always had me
Guess she always will
One day she
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch
I'll proclaim you to the father
If you proclaim me to
