Waiting Around To Die

Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
But I guess I keep a-gambling, lots of booze and lots of rambling
It's easier than just a-waiting 'round 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, headed down to Tennessee
It's easier than a-waiting 'round to die

I came of age and I met a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train
It seemed easier than a-waiting 'round to die

I had a friend who 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 drug me back to Muskogee
And it's two long years just a-waiting 'round
Two long years just a-waiting 'round
Two long years just a-waiting 'round
Two long years just a-waiting 'round to die!

But now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last
He don't drink or steal or cheat or lie
His name is codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around
Together we're gonna wait around and die