Song: Push The Panic Button
Viewed: 36 - Published at: 8 years ago
Artist: Stonewall Jackson
Year: 1971Viewed: 36 - Published at: 8 years ago
Well Billy Wayne was found this morning
Passed out in his car
In the back seat was a woman
That he'd picked up in a bar
When his mother heard her only words were
This must be a dream
Billy wouldn't Billy couldn't
He's just seventeen
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame his generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
Well Mary Anne came home tonight
With teardrops in her eyes
And told her dad where she had been
Instead of telling lies
He said cruel things and called her names
And said he didn't understand
How a girl so young could be so dumb
And get mixed up with a man
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame her generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
Remember that footsteps lift
The path your children walk
And the words they hear you use
Make up the language that they'll walk
To a youngster's eyes there's no disguise
He'll look inside your mind
And unconsciously they'll follow in
The path you leave behind
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame his generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame his generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
Passed out in his car
In the back seat was a woman
That he'd picked up in a bar
When his mother heard her only words were
This must be a dream
Billy wouldn't Billy couldn't
He's just seventeen
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame his generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
Well Mary Anne came home tonight
With teardrops in her eyes
And told her dad where she had been
Instead of telling lies
He said cruel things and called her names
And said he didn't understand
How a girl so young could be so dumb
And get mixed up with a man
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame her generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
Remember that footsteps lift
The path your children walk
And the words they hear you use
Make up the language that they'll walk
To a youngster's eyes there's no disguise
He'll look inside your mind
And unconsciously they'll follow in
The path you leave behind
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame his generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
Push the panic button
Call the doctor, call the preacher
Blame his generation
Blame the high school teacher
Walk the floor and wring your hands
And use God's name in vein
Then look into your mind
And find the ones who are to blame
( Stonewall Jackson )
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