The Fact

Passing mobile Alabama, headed for Atlanta Chrysler turned over in the road Young boy dead on the black top Head open, heart stopped Bless your soul At the border into Georgia I could go no further Young boy tattooed on my brain At the lonesome place he died His body looked me in the eye And I had to know his name I've a lot of love for you But that won't change the fact I've a lot of love for you But that won't bring you back He was Robert Delacroix He was running from the law He had many warrant up against his name The Chrysler he had stolen from his father Who would ask after the car When the call to him was made His Momma cried herself to sleep Every night for many weeks She had tried to set him straight and raise him right But the world had cut into his soul And only so much love can flow Into a heart that wants to fight I've a lot of love for you But that won't change the fact I've a lot of love for you But that won't bring you back In Atlanta the rain came down I, a free man, night off on the town I thanked my mother, for love of old And I thanked the world For sparing my soul