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 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 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 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 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