B. J. The D. J. Lyrics - Kitty Wells

A story bout a friend of mine 

Who worked down near the Georgia Line 

A DJ in a little country station 

Everybody loved him dear 

'Cause he played what they liked to hear 

He built himself quite a reputation 

At record hops he stayed out late 

And his mom would always wait 

To see if he had made it home alive 

She warned against his loss of sleep 

And driving fast in that old heap 

And that he had to be at work by five 

BJ the DJ, you're living much too fast 

And if you don't change your ways 

Don't see how you can last 

Every morning just past four 

From the driveway he would roar 

He overslept and he was late again 

Then at breakneck speed 

He'd drive to sign the station on at five 

He had lots of records he must spin 

His mom sat by the radio 

Until his voice called her "Hello" 

She knew then that he made it there alright 

Then she'd say a little prayer 

He'd be safe for he was there 

And she'd wait up for him again tonight 

Then one cold and rainy morn 

All the tires were badly worn 

But still he scratched off just as fast as time 

BJ had a lot of nerve 

But he completely missed the curve 

And he signed off down near the Georgia Line 

Mom sat by the radio 

The voice she heard she didn't know 

BJ'd never been this late before 

But with the road so bad 

And all she'd wait a while before she called 

And then she heard the knock upon the door 

BJ the DJ only twenty four 

A wreck at ninety miles an hour 

He'll spin the hits no more