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 keep a-gamblin'

Lots of booze and lots of ramblin'

But it's easier than just waitin' around to die

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 a waitin' around to die

Then I came of age and I found a girl

In a Tuscaloosa bar

She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly

I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine

And hopped a train

Well it's easier than just a waitin' 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 dragged me back to Muskogee

And now it's two long years of waitin' 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

And he's the nicest thing I've seen

And together we're gonna wait around to die