right 'round dawn

Today I woke up face down,
the pavement drenched,
my yellow lips pretty caked,
and my old black shirt,
dripping wet with som' cold.

I called my girl, "I'm heading home"
she said "John, your car is gone"
now I was walking right 'round dawn,
when I saw my car, a pick up truck,
a repo man had taken the liberty,
to strap steel graps 'round its toes.

You see, I don't reckon owing any money,
or repo men that looked like old Elvis,
plus there was something wrong,
my head felt light, my eyes were sore,
I guess the thinking took its toll.

As I was walking I heard two sirens and a bawl,
my girl and a small audience were there I saw,
I pushed and pulled to get to the front,
nobody tried to stop me or tell me no,
and no one said the small spectacle was me all along,

A woman told the crowd about the head-on crash,
one truck and a van, and two guys named John,
one flew, the other got crushed, both dead by dawn,
the phone call was my girl screaming "...you can't be gone"
but all I mind was centered 'round was the gun and the suicide note,
the ones I were to use if God hadn't cut this deed short.