Dwayne and Me

Dwayne and me we were second cousins
We grew up together just south of Monroe
And we ride our bikes on down to the levee
With a bottle of wine and a fishing pole

And when the rain started pouring we’d sit neath the bridge
We’d talk about our teachers and all the secrets they hid

Them geese would be flying
As far as we could see
Well I guess that’s just Dwayne and Me

And when his daddy died he moved in with us
He’d get into trouble every now and then
Weeks would go by and we wouldn’t see him
Sure enough he’d show up o Dwayne where ya been?

And I’d sit there and listen to all the stories he told
About the money, the woman and living on the road

And we’d sit there on the front porch
As high as we could be
Well I guess that’s just Dwayne and me

Well his number came up in 67’
With a lump in my throat to the station we went
Well he boarded the bus rolled down the window and waved
And I never saw Dwayne again
No I never saw Dwayne again