Me and my friends out late one night

Four 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 about 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 two 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'