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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 waitin’ around to die Then I came of age and I found a girl In Tuscaloosa bar She cleaned me out and she hit in on the sly Well I tried to kill the pain I bought some wine and hopped a train Well, it’s easier than just waitin’ 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 drag me back to Muskogee And now it’s two long years of waitin’ 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 But his name is codeine He’s the nicest thing I’ve seen And together we’re gonna wait around to die
