Jefferson
Jefferson was always out of luck.
I remember when we both grew up.
Jefferson got hit by a westbound truck.
I guess that didn't make him look like a million bucks.
That night when Sally really stole the show
and every boy was captured diggin' for gold,
poor old Jefferson was left in the snow.
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
Jefferson is always on my mind.
When him and me were runnin' out of time,
Jefferson was sure enough left behind.
The cops came in and took him by surprise.
That night when Sally really showed her game,
the neighbourhood would never be the same.
Poor old Jefferson got the blame... oh!
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
Yeah, I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
My, my, my!
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
Yeah, I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
I do believe he didn't do wrong.
I say a prayer for someone I care for.
I do believe he didn't do wrong.
I say a prayer for someone I care for.
That night when Sally really gave it all
and made us small boys look quite tall,
poor old Jefferson left the ball.
Yeah, I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
My, my, my!
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
I'm gonna pray for Jefferson,
pray for Jefferson's soul.
