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Sung by: Luther Hicks — Produced by: Gary Earl
There was something in the air,
The morning she was running late.
When the drunk ran them in the river,
They were victims of fate.
Everyone knew the story,
Of his wife and little girl.
When the jury gave its decision
He gave up on the world.
Down at the bend of the river,
There’s an angry young man.
Headed down the road to nowhere,
Fast as he can.
He lost all respect for the people,
If you spoke, he just put you down.
They crossed the street to avoid him,
And kept praying that he’d leave town.
Feared all over the county,
Never looked a soul in the eye.
If he ever got word, you crossed him.
You were put on a list to die.
Headed down in the river,
There’s an angry young man.
Headed down the road to nowhere,
Fast as he can.
Finally, one day it happened,
The fears were coming true.
There were people dying,
And nothing the sheriff could do.
You could hear the eerie silence.
As he drove toward the town.
He was forced off the bridge,
And his bones never found.
Ohhhh! Down on the bottom of the river
Lay the bones of an angry young man.
Headed down the road to nowhere
Never to be seen again.
Yea – eh -yea! Never to be seen again.
Angry young man.
