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Me and my friends out late one night

4 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 2 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'