5 am a baby cries
A hand gun fires outside
Across the street
A woman wakes up from her sleep
He's been away since yesterday
She knows he's probably drunk and now she's wide awake
Watchin lights flash out the window while she
Tries to calm the baby down
Hopin it's not her missin husband on the ground
He wakes up with a hurtin head
Handcuffed to a hospital bed
And a long line, of People happy he's still alive
Tracin back his misplaced steps
With one long instance wiped clean from his head
Now he might be, better off dead
Cuz the headlines print the almost tragedy
Drunk man breaks in, accidentally
Jerry White was sixty-eight
Gun club, NRA stamped on his license plate
Dropped the charges the same day
He said he's usually a better shot
He said he mighta had a second thought
Hard to know for sure, with someone kickin down your door
But lucky for him the bullets missed his heart
It's hard to recognize your drunk ass neighbor in the dark
The young man paid the damage off
Hadn't had one drop, since those two shots
Spose to kill him dead, some how saved his life instead
But January brought a bitter rain, the sirens came
And this time, they were just too late
Old man Jerry's heart gave way
Now every morning the boy stares down the road
And says a prayer for Mr. Jerry's ghost
