Bill Jocko Frank Black

Why do I have to stay?
Why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay here?
Why does she get to go?
Oh, why do I have to stay?
Why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay here?
Why does she get to go?
Down came Bill Jocko
From the heart of Hooterville
Take down your Christmas tree
But I know that you never will
Riding lover was his lady
And she did not know his mind
When Billy took the Datsun
To the top for the last time
That's when they were
Drunk on wine coolers
That they stole from her mother
Drunk on the summer
And drunk on each other
Take a right at the graveyard
And a left at the ghetto
Climb up to where it's dark
Gonna take our clothing off
Lucinda had her head down
Braiding her hair so she could not see
That William had his eyes closed
Heading straight for a tree
That's when they were
Drunk on wine coolers
That they stole from her mother
Drunk on the summer
And drunk on each other
One or two or three hundred feet
Down to the ground, let's do it now
When there ain't no park ranger
Hanging 'round
He cut the wheel on banana peels
We're going straight into a skid
Shut off the motor and gone straight off of the ridge
They hit hard, like a broken wand
And Lucinda she was dead
He climbed back up to the top
And this is what he said
He said
Why do I have to stay here?
And why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay here?
And why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay here?
And why does she get to go?
Why does she? Why does she?
Why does she?
Why do I have to stay here?
Why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay?
Why does she get to go?