F5 C5 A story bout a pal of mine who worked down near the Georgia line as D.J. in a Little country station F5 Everybody loved him dear'cause he played what they liked to hear he built him-self up quite a reputation C5 At the record hops he stayed out late and his mom would always wait to see if he had made it home a live F5 She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap and that he had to be at work by five. (Chorus:) F5 C5 F5 B.J. the D.J. you're living much too fast and if you don't change your ways don't see how you can last F5 C5 Every morning just past four from the driveway he would roar over slept and he was let again F5 Then at break-neck speed he'd drive to sign the station on at five he had lots of records he must spin C5 His mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello she knew then that he'd made it there all right F5 Then she'd say a little prayer he'd be safe for he was there and she wait up for him again to night F5 C5 Then one cold and rainy morn all the tires were badly worn but still he scratched of just as fast this time F5 B.J. had a lot of nerve but he completely missed the curve and he signed off down near the Georgia line C5 Mom sat by the radio the voice she heard she did noy know B.J'd, never beed this late before. F5 But with the road so bad and all she'd ait awhile before she called and then she heard the knock up on the door (Chorus) F5 C5 F5 B.J. the D.J. on-ly twen-ty-four a wreck at nine-ty miles an hour he'll spin the hits no more.
