In the End

There’s a train whistle blowing

I hear it’s full of gold

I'm in need of some money

But I ain’t never stole.

Well the work and blues have my down, got me feeling a little low.

Well you better be quick to tie me down, I’m about to explode.

Well ride on and tear up the town,

Load up your pistols and pop off them rounds.

Well ride on as fast as you can,

You better learn to live cause in the end well all be dead.

My babies on the line

She’s sayin I’m going to hell

I said I didn’t kill no man

I just took some of his wealth

Well there ain’t no way, it’s too late now

To turn back around

Gotta keep your left hand heavy

And put some food in my mouth

Well ride on and tear up the town,

Load up your pistols and pop off them rounds.

Well ride on as fast as you can,

You better learn to live cause in the end well all be dead.

I promise I’m not going insane

I’m just a man who’s broke down

And don’t have any shame

Well ride on and tear up the town,

Load up your pistols and pop off them rounds.

Well ride on and tear up the town,

Load up your pistols and pop off them rounds.

Well ride on as fast as you can,

You better learn to live cause in the end well all be dead.

You better learn to live cause in the end well all be dead