Impala

Night fell over the cornfield

And threw a ring around the moon

Dark as hell he couldn't see the road

So he turned the wheel too soon

Higher than a kite

He'd been drinking whiskey

Out behind the school

Good looking boy and

Haywire crazy

A perfect april fool

We were all of fifteen

Freshmen so green

He was about twenty one

He always said

We were punks and losers

And he always packed a gun

He said when he was just a baby

Wrapped in a letter and an old brown coat

His mama left him with the church of christ

And that was all she wrote

He told us he drove a stock car

Down in texas under a secret name

He might as well have been the lord of glory

Because we all thought he was the king