Young Dana's got a brown bag from the Little Store
The devil told the young man that he could drink some more
John Banjo hops in through the passenger door
He don't sense the danger
The devil trailed the young men to Cattle Point Road
Where they were headed that evening we'll never quite know
'Cause when the devil tapped his shoulder Dana lost control
Of the minivan
It's Memorial Day out on Cattle Point Road
We remember the heroes who've fallen in war
Here another young life was lost but for nothing at all
What a shame now…
Such a shame now.
Young Dana's back home from that hospital
John Banjo is dead; it makes him a criminal
John Banjo had a family, had a name he knows
Haunts his days now,
He's going away now.
It's Memorial Day out on Cattle Point Road
We remember the heroes who've fallen in war
Here another young life was lost but for nothing at all
What a shame now…
A banjo no one plays now…
In every small town there is a Dana
There's the banjo, there's the brown bag, the devil's waiting
In the choices that we make to break or save us,
Every day now..
Each Memorial Day out on Cattle Point Road
We honor the heroes who fallen in war
Two more young lives lost but for nothing at all
What a shame now…
Such a shame now..
The devil told the young man that he could drink some more
John Banjo hops in through the passenger door
He don't sense the danger
The devil trailed the young men to Cattle Point Road
Where they were headed that evening we'll never quite know
'Cause when the devil tapped his shoulder Dana lost control
Of the minivan
It's Memorial Day out on Cattle Point Road
We remember the heroes who've fallen in war
Here another young life was lost but for nothing at all
What a shame now…
Such a shame now.
Young Dana's back home from that hospital
John Banjo is dead; it makes him a criminal
John Banjo had a family, had a name he knows
Haunts his days now,
He's going away now.
It's Memorial Day out on Cattle Point Road
We remember the heroes who've fallen in war
Here another young life was lost but for nothing at all
What a shame now…
A banjo no one plays now…
In every small town there is a Dana
There's the banjo, there's the brown bag, the devil's waiting
In the choices that we make to break or save us,
Every day now..
Each Memorial Day out on Cattle Point Road
We honor the heroes who fallen in war
Two more young lives lost but for nothing at all
What a shame now…
Such a shame now..
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