Jody Lee Carroll

By Tom Farley

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Jody Lee Carroll sits in the window of the Monticello hotel

He thinks to himself there are no more tomorrows....no more stories to tell

He's a long-haired country boy living in the city....tired of paying the price

Trying to recall the moment in time when the blood in his veins turned to ice

He's calm and collected as he moves to the table

And holds a spike in his hand

Sever your relations with a smooth, easy motion

The potion will meet your demands....

With his mind in a daze he passes his way through the memory of things that have been

And like the unsung martyr he takes to the streets as the black of the night rushes in

The end is near....the handle is slipping....he knows that he's ready to die

And with his face to the ground he loses his grip as the roar of the wheels pass him by

Oh....pass him by....

And when I look back on my days in the city

I almost want to break down and cry

Through the razor eyes....in a canyon of lies

The better part of me died....

© 1982 Alum Ridge Music (ASCAP)