THE ANSWER

My name is Frank Davie, drive up Dixie 109
I was out on Highway 17, just South of the Camden line
It was down there in the heart of Wilsonville, where I met my fate
She was standin' outside the barroom
Said she was waitin' for a date
But I knew that that was just a lie
And I knew I was messin' with the losin' kind

Well, I knew what we were both doin'
And I knew that you can't win
But when the light turned green, I reached across the seat
Popped the lock and she slid in
She said she liked Mexican music
She knew a place if I had the time
Well, we had a few drinks and we danced a while
I pulled her close, she didn't mind
And what I knew, kind of slipped my mind
And I couldn't resist her midst, of the losin' kind

Well I grabbed her hand to get out of there
And I felt like I was gonna be sick
Then a half hour later, the sleet started comin' down
And that highway, got pretty slick
I seen some lights in my rear view mirror
I guess I panicked, and I gave her a gun
I wrapped us around a telephone pole, out on Highway 1
She stumbled out onto the bank, sat there in a pout
Took an hour and a chain saw, just to get me out
And they threw me on a stretcher and made that hospital run
All I remember was a trooper sayin', “What did you think you were doin' son!”
And the answer, I couldn't find
So I laid back and listened to the siren whine.

Well we drove around in my Buick, gettin' drunk and havin' fun
Well we ended up at this Best Western, out on Highway 101
It was around 3 AM, we went out, to this empty little roadside bar
It was there the cash register was open, it was there I hit that guy too hard
But I knew, when I hit him for the second time
If one attracts the other one, they're the losin' kind