I've Got This StoryI've Got This StoryI've Got This StorySheriff presumed the man was deadNow I live in this one-room buffetDon't judge me now for running awayI left when there was nothingleft for me to holdThen I hit the trackand never looking backif my story was toldIt was a stormy nighton a winding mountain highwayWell, I couldn't seebut three feet aheadAn old car was foundin the riverI've Got This StoryI've Got This StorySheriff presumed the man was deadI've Got This StoryI've Got This StoryI've Got This StoryI've Got This StoryI've Got This Story