Written by: Taylor Austin Dye, Chris Utley, Nicole Croteau Jay Michael Adams, 35 Kentucky born And he’s survived By his wife And his 3 boys Good lord Plain wooden casket Peace lilies in a wicker basket Dry eyes It’s no surprise He was livin on borrowed time Who did it? Who done did it? Somebody took one for the team Who did it? Who done did it? Never gonna find out it was me She called me up, at a quarter past 3 Big sister he hit me Enough is enough, said gimme 15 Cause blood’s thicker than whiskey I waited long enough till he was blackout drunk Cinder block on the pedal, threw him in his truck Ashes to Ashes And Dust to Dust Who did it? Who done did it? Never gonna find out it was me Who did it? Who done did it? We’ll take it to the grave baby rest in peace His mama’s still crying And the preacher keeps on lying No he was not A man of God Cause he’d been caugh
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