52 Ford

I hit the road in a '52 Ford A pack of matches And a postcard on the dashboard The sun was set The gas gauge was low And it was time to go I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly Needed a friend the day my mother died Her place was hot and it smelled of sin I guess when one life goes another begins Hey now, what you gonna do? Got a fiver in your pocket And a switchblade in your boot Hey now what you gonna say To make it go away? I found the city by the mark on the stamp Studied it under the light of a hotel lamp I found his work, I found their home I waited until I knew she was alone I didn't want the child to see life I justified that it wounded my pride My mind was set that no one could know The girl had to go Hey now, what you gonna do? Got a fiver in your pocket And a switchblade in your boot Hey now what you gonna say To make it go away? Hey now, what you gonna do? Got a fiver in your pocket And a switchblade in your boot Hey now what you gonna say To make it go away? Light stumbled in Through a crack in the shades Reflected off of the edge of my blade As I reached for the girl With the knife in my hand I thought "I guess the kid deserves a chance" Her man came in as I started to go My last intentions; how could he know? The blade sunk deep into my skin I guess when one life goes another begins