Bj The Dj  Stonewall Jackson

B.J. THE D.J.
Recorded by Stonewall Jackson
Words and music by Hugh X. Lewis


CAPO: 2nd Fret/KEY: E/PLAY: D
[D] A story 'bout a pal of mine
Who worked down near the Georgia line
A D.J. in a little country sta-[A7] tion
Ev'rybody loved him dear
'Cause he played what they liked to hear
He built himself up quite a reputa-[D] tion.


[D] At record hops he stayed out late
And his mom would always wait
To see if he would make it home a-[A7] live
She warned against his loss of sleep 
And drivin' fast in that old heap
And that he had to be to work by [D] five.


[D] B.J. the D.J.
You're living much too [A7] fast
And if you don't change your ways
Don't see how you can [D] last.


Ev'ry mornin' just past four
>From the driveway he would roar
Overslept and he was late again
Then at breakneck speed he'd drive
To sign the station on at five
He had lots of records he must spin.


His mom sat by the radio 
Until his voice told her hello
She knew then that he'd made it there alright
Then she'd say a little prayer
He'd be safe while he was there
And she'd wait up for him again tonight.


Then one cold and rainy morn'
All four tires were badly worn
But still he scratched off just as fast this time
B.J. had a lot of nerve
But he completely missed the curve
And he signed off down near the Georgia line.


Mom sat by the radio
The voice she heard she didn't know
B.J.'d never been this late before
But with the roads so bad and all
She'd wait a while before she called
And then she heard the knock upon the door.


B.J. the D.J.
Only twenty-four
A wreck at ninety miles an hour
He'll spin the hits no more.