Memory Lane

the white house paint
 is pealing bad
 cry from the woods sounded so sad
 it was leather boots on rotted wood
 a lone figure on the front porch stood
 just standing there staring out at the rain
 and he took a little trip back to memory lane
 take me back one hot night
 down in dixie lord
 when he was behind the wheel
 of that faded red ford
 he was driving too fast with blood on his hands
 saying over and over
 he had to make a stand
 cause she can't be out running round that way
 so he put her down and that's where she stayed
 and this street called
 memory lane
 is lined with
 abandoned houses and shame
 and i don't think
 his hands are ever gonna come clean
 now the faded red ford sits up on blocks
 and he spends his time staring at the clock
 see he got no trial did no jail
 he buried her in the wood and left her there
 but some times at night
 in the poring rain
 she takes him buy the hand back to memory lane
 take me back one hot night
 down in dixie lord
 when he was behind the wheel
 of that faded red ford
 he was driving too fast with blood on his hands
 saying over and over
 he had to make a stand
 cause she can't be out running round that way
 so he put her down and that's where she stayed
 and this street called
 memory lane
 is lined with
 abandoned houses and shame
 and i don't think
 his hands are ever gonna come clean