Waiting Around To Die

Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me

Sometimes I don't know the reason why

So I guess I'll keep gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'

Well, it's easier than just waiting around to die

Well, one time, friends, I had a ma, I even had a pa

He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried

She told him to take care of me, she headed down to Tennessee

Well, it's easier than just waiting around to die

Then I came of age and I found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar

She cleaned me out and she hit it on the sly

Well, I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine, I hopped a train

Well, it was easier than just waiting around to die

Then a friend said he knew where some easy money was

We robbed a man and brother, did we fly

But the posse caught up with me and he drugged me back to Muskogee

And now it's two long years, waiting around to die

Now I'm out of prison and I got me a friend at last

And he don't steal or cheat or drink or lie

Well, his name is Codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen

And together we're gonna wait around to die