Next Time I Die

I was 18 on the 4th of July
 We were cracking open bottles of homemade wine
 Watching fireworks and making out in the yard
 I thought about the future and I didn't see no cubical jobs or college degrees
 That's the first time I picked up daddy's guitar
 Sneak up on me like a sideways rain
 Blow me around like a hurricane
 Leave me chapped and blistered from your wind
 Tie me down in front of a train
 Laugh as I squirm and strain
 Leave me torn to pieces once again
 When I was 23, I headed west, bound for somewhere in Texas
 But wound up walking to LA
 There was nothing there for a Southern man, so I packed my bags and turned around
 And made it back home in about five days
 We could count the birds across the wire
 Or listen to the sound of screeching tires
 The party turned debauchery
 Enough to resurrect the Dead Sea
 And it left me drowning in your wake
 Only a wounded heart at stake
 They say that you only live thrice
 And the next time I commit suicide
 It might could be my last day's end
 When you leave me torn to pieces once again