It's Not Supposed To Go Like That
Tommy found his daddy's gun
And Joey had never seen one
Real cowboy all dressed up
As he held it in his hand
Said, "You be good and I'll be bad"
Then he pulled the trigger back
Stopped little Tommy in his tracks
And said, "Get up, man"
People came from miles to say goodbye
To the Wilson's youngest son
His innocent life had just begun
CHORUS
It's not supposed to go like that
It's not intended to end that way
Life is a journey constantly turning
Down an unknown path
But it's not supposed to go like that
Jimmy had his daddy's car
And the keys to Jenny's heart
A fifth of whiskey on the floorboard
Almost gone
Havin' the time of their life
Had only one thing on their mind
Never saw the flashin' lights
Or the train comin' on
Now there's a wreath and two small crosses
On the right side of the road
Reminders of a love that won't grow
REPEAT CHORUS
I wonder if guardian angels cry
When they see it all played out
And as they stand with their hands tied
Oh, do they cry out loud
It's not supposed to go like that
No, it's not supposed to go like that
No, it's not supposed to go like that
No, it's not supposed to go like that
No, it's not supposed, it's not supposed
to go like that
No, no, no, it's not supposed to go like that
No se supone que vaya así
Tommy encontró la pistola de su papá
Y Joey nunca había visto una
Un verdadero vaquero todo vestido
Mientras la sostenía en su mano
Dijo, 'Sé bueno y yo seré malo'
Luego jala el gatillo hacia atrás
Detuvo a Tommy en seco
Y dijo, 'Levántate, hombre'
La gente vino de lejos para despedirse
Del hijo menor de los Wilson
Su vida inocente apenas comenzaba
CORO
No se supone que vaya así
No está destinado a terminar de esa manera
La vida es un viaje que constantemente gira
Por un camino desconocido
Pero no se supone que vaya así
Jimmy tenía el auto de su papá
Y las llaves del corazón de Jenny
Una quinta de whisky en el piso
Casi terminada
Pasándola de maravilla
Solo tenían una cosa en mente
Nunca vieron las luces parpadeantes
O el tren que venía
Ahora hay una corona y dos pequeñas cruces
En el lado derecho de la carretera
Recordatorios de un amor que no crecerá
REPETIR CORO
Me pregunto si los ángeles guardianes lloran
Cuando ven todo desarrollarse
Y mientras están con las manos atadas
Oh, ¿lloran en voz alta?
No se supone que vaya así
No, no se supone que vaya así
No, no se supone que vaya así
No, no se supone que vaya así
No, no se supone, no se supone
que vaya así
No, no, no, no se supone que vaya así
Escrita por: Bobby Pinson / Jimmy Yeary