Sometimes I don't know where this dirty 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