Living on the Sand

Leave them lights as they are

And keep your clothes on

I've had more than my fill

Of whiskey and women

And good-hearted villains

But there's a wickedness in me still

Keep that gun locked away

Locked away, boy

Well, you know you're an angry young man

Going in town with six rounds

You're sure to be hell-bound

That house you've got is built on the sand

I've been living on the sand

Don't take much to guide my hand

Far from promised land

On the sand

Don't look twice, look twice at that bottle

You'll claim that Jesus turned the water to wine

You'll be wishing that wine you were drinking was water

When you're jumping the bridge in the night

Forgive me, forgive me

Don't it sound more clear

When I'm screaming it day after day?

I've lost all my patience

I'm wasted on waiting on

Making my next mistake

I've been living on the sand

Don't take much to guide my hand

Far from promised land

On the sand

I've been living on the sand

Don't take much to guide my hand

Far from promised land

On the sand