June 23rd, started just a normal day
But now forever in my mind it will stay
Drinking, decide to go drive drunk
I was feeling pretty crunk
Highway 45 I start to swerve
Hit the ditch then jumped back up the curbe
Too late now here comes that cursed pole
There was nothing I could do, I lost control
Dangling out of my trucks window, nobody's there
I try to scream but I'm gasping for air
Tried to get up but my legs I couldn't feel
Temporarily paralyzed; the day still gives me a chill
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