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'
 Well, it's easier than just waitin' around to die
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 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
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 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 was easier than just waiting around to die
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 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 drugged me back to Muskogee
 And now it's two long years, waiting around to die
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 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