Well Billy Wayne was found this morning passed out in his car
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In the back seat was a woman that he'd picked up in a bar
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When his mother heard her only words were this must be a dream
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Billy wasn't Billy couldn'd he's just seventeen
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Push the panic button call the doctor call the preacher
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Blame this generation blame the high school teacher
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Walk the floor and wring your hands and use God's name in vein
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Then look into your mind and find the ones who are to blame
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Well Mary Anne came home tonight with teardrops in her eyes
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And told her dad where she has been instead of telling lies
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He said cruel things and called her names said he didn't understand
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How a girl so young could be so dumb and get mixed up with a man
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Push the panic button...
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Remember that footsteps lift the path your children walk
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And the words they hear you use make up the language that they'll walk
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To a youngster's eyes there's no disguise he'll look inside your mind
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And unconsciously they'll follow into the path you leave behind
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Push the panic button...
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Push the panic button...
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Push The Panic Button
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| Stonewall Jackson |
