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
