Four gray walls surround me,
not a soul to see
Sitting here in this county tower,
lonesome as can be
Waiting trial on Monday,
to pay for what I've done
I know they'll find me guilty
Hittin' runnin', hittin' and runnin',
hittin' and runnin',
hittin' and I was at a dance
one Friday night
The rain was comin' down
I left the dance about midnight
To drive back into town
The road was wet
I couldn't see a fog lay on the ground
When a little boy jumped
in front of my car,
and there I run him down.
I pulled off of the highway,
my soul all sick with pain,
To see that little boy's figure,
face down in the rain.
A chill of fear rushed over me,
at thought of what I'd done.
What I've done
I knew it was an accident
But here lies someone's son
Hidden love, hidden love, hidden love
A picture flashed before my eyes
The outcome I could see
I'd had a couple of drinks or more
They'd put the blame on me
For it only took a glance to see
The awful thing I'd done
But the only thought inside of me
was run, run, run
So I left him there, got in my car
and I raced back into town
Found myself the closest bar
and I tried to drink it down
But the TV shows, the radios,
the people I passed by
I kept asking this one question,
what kind of man was I?
Weeks went by
and every night was sleepless misery
I'd close my eyes
and that little boy is all that I could see
So the one thing left to face now
was turning myself in
And face the only outcome
of observing one to ten
But I've paid a thousand times or more
So I just hope that time
Will take away this memory
And ease my troubled mind
Stay with love, stay with love,
stay with love, stay with love...