Move on J.D.

J.D. came home with a Purple Heart, lost his good arm in the war

He spent his days down off Beaumont, behind old man Wiggins' store

And he'd smile at all of the passers-by as he nursed on an ice cold beer

Till the police came and would run him off

They'd say, J.D. it's time to move on from here

They'd say move on, move on J.D.; move on from here

You can go anywhere you want, but you just can't stay here

J.D. carried him a switch blade knife in his hip pocket all the time

He'd sleep it off behind the courthouse with one eye open all night long

But the dreams they'd rage on like a firestorm, every single night of the year