Discography | mmmmmMaggie | Someone Always Dies In the Bridge Someone Always Dies In the Bridge Tammy Ray and I were the best of friends Girl and me we go real way back She used to crash at my trailer while her husband and his alcohol Remodeled their old tin shack We talked for hours as we watched the wax drip down the peach wine label Swappin' dreams we never dared to dream There at the drop down table Commiserate about our youth and where did it go Realatin' to the sad songs on the radio We used to sing along to those country songs And crack a cold one from the fridge She'd say raise your glass to the chorus Someone always dies in the bridge I'd catch Tammy round town every other day or so In her long sleeve blouses so the bruises wouldn't show Never understood what she stayed with him for Every couple a weeks she'd be back at my door I held her hand and I told her darlin' it's now or never If you don't leave him tonight you just might stay this way forever She held her head in her hands said give me time to think Could we listen to some music and maybe have a drink We used to sing along to those country songs And crack a cold one from the fridge She'd say raise your glass to the chorus Someone always dies in the bridge I look back at it now like a reverie And I always write to Tammy Ray in the penitentiary As for her no-good husband well all I can say It was the last time the bastard ever touched Tammy Ray But don't feel sorry for her cause she's in a better place She'll never wear another bruise upon that pretty face And she's lucky to have even made it out alive And the special circumstances see her free in three to five We used to sing along to those country songs And crack a cold one from the fridge She'd say raise your glass to the chorus Someone always dies in the bridge Home | Discography | Order | Performances | Biography | Where's Maggie? | Contact Us Copyright© QBC Records 2003 - 2025 All Songs BMI • All Rights Reserved.