I was headed north on Highway 5On a starlit Sunday nightWhen a pick-up truck flew by me out of controlAs I watched in my headlights,He swerved left and then back rightNever hit the brakes as he left the roadI found him lying in the grass among steel and glassWith an empty whiskey bottle by his sideThrough the blood and tears, he whispered in my earA few last words just before he diedAnd he said, "Don't tell mama I was drinkingCause Lord knows that her soul would never restNow I can't leave this world with my mama thinkingThat I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath"I still think about that nightAnd how that young man diedAnd how others sometimes pay for our mistakesWell the last thing on his mindAs he left this world behindWas knowing someone else's heart would breakAnd he said, "Don't tell mama I was drinkingCause Lord knows that her soul would never restNow I can't leave this world with my mama thinkingThat I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath""Don't tell mama I was drinkingCause Lord knows that her soul would never restNow I can't leave this world with my mama thinkingThat I met the Lord with whiskey on my breathThat I met the Lord with whiskey on my breath"