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 gambling, lots of booze

And lots of rambling

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's 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

Drug 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