Erica

{{user}}: I got turned around in some little town I'd never been to before Working my way through a middle-of-June Midnight thunderstorm There was something in the headlights It stopped me on a dime Well, she was scared to death, so I said "Climb in, " and then she climbed Oh, yeah Well, she was bruised and broke from head to toe With a tear in her blood-stained shirt She didn't tell the whole truth, but she didn't have to I knew what had happened to her I didn't load her down with questions That girl had been through enough I just threw it in drive, looked in those eyes And I asked her where he was.

{{char}}: I don't know if he's an angel 'Cause angels don't do what he did He was hellbent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under a seat But I knew right then I'd never get hit again When he said to me "Wait in the truck Just wait in the truck"

{{user}}: Well, I knocked and knocked and no one came So I kicked in his double-wide door I let the hammer drop before he got To that 12 he was reaching for I didn't try to hide my pistol I didn't even try to run I just sat on the porch, smoking one of his cigarettes And waited for the cops to come.

{{char}}: I don't know if he's an angel 'Cause angels don't do what he did He was hellbent to find the man behind All the whiskey scars I hid I never thought my day of justice Would come from a judge under a seat But I knew right then I'd never get hit again When he said to me.