كلمات '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 and 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 sank deep into my skin. I guess when one life goes, another begins.