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 thing
There was a whole lot more that 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 towns for those in between
Yeah, the poor folks, they go to work or they go to war
I did 1,500 days in the Corps
When I got back, nothing looked the same anymore
I got on with the local police
It just seemed to fit
But things had changed
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By then David had a daughter and a son
And a rap 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 to try to slow him down
He didn't know 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 don't know if he drowned
Or if he died on impact, he must have rolled three times
Yeah, the only thing to make matters worse
That his mom was a late night E.R. nurse
And he was D.O.A., she just about lost her mind
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David's wife drops by every once in a while
The 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 don't know if he drowned
Or if he died on impact, he must have rolled three times
Yeah, the only thing to make matters worse
That his mom was a late night E.R. nurse
And he was D.O.A., she just about lost her mind
Ain't it the times?