Fixin' To Die

(album: So You Wannabe An Outlaw - 2017)

I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'd be telling you a lie, if I told you I was treating her well

Now I followed her car to the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
I followed her car to the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell

Sitting in the shadow across the parking lot
Reckon that I'm probably right, praying that I'm not
A pistol on the dashboard, whiskey in the cup
Here he come, let 'em get inside and I lit 'em up

Fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
And I'm fixing to die, going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, and I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell

Warden walking up ahead, preacher there behind
Guard on either side in case my legs unwind
Chains around my ankles, beads around my hands
Walking 'cross the yard never coming back again

I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the Heaven on the Highway Hotel
Now I'm fixing to die, I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, I'm going to Hell
I'm fixing to die, reckon I'm going to Hell