My friend david was a good kid
He had my back i always knew he did
And he was different than most, and maybe i was too
And hanging out with the in crowd just wasn't our thang
There was a whole lot more than we could see on these plains
Well some people just seem to get stuck, and hang around
It's college or trade school for those with the means
There's never been any small town dreams for those in between
Yeah the poor folks they go to work or they go to war
I did fifteen hundreds days in the corps
And i got back nothin looked the same anymore
I got on with the local police, it just seemed to fit
Things have changed
By then david had a daughter and a son
And a wrap sheet to prove all the time that he'd done
He was just a burned out beat down shell, of my old friend
And on a three day binge he was speeding through town,
And i bumped the wailers just to try and slow him down
He didn't know that it was me, and he took off
Oh how things change
And i found his truck in the floodplain upside down
It was a hell of a rain i didn't know if he'd drowned,
Or if he died on impact. it must have rolled three times
Yeah the only thing to make matters worse
Is that his mama's a late night er nurse
And he was doa. she just about lost her mind
David's wife drops by every once in a while,
And childhood stories always make her smile,
But somehow we always go back to that day
When i found his truck in the floodplain upside down
It was a hell of a rain i didn't know if he'd drowned,
Or if he died on impact. it must have rolled three times
Yeah the only thing to make matters worse
Is that his mama's a late night er nurse
And he was doa. she just about lost her mind
Ain't it the times