Me and my friends out late one night 4 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 'bout 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 2 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'