Waiting Around To Die

Sometimes I don't know where this stony 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, cuz she cried
She told him to take care of me and headed down
To Tennessee
Well it's easier than just
Waiting around to die

Then I became 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 hoppped a train
Well it was 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 and drugged me back to Muskogee
And now it's two long years
Just waiting around to die.

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