Waiting Around To Die - The Devil Makes Three

Sometimes I don’t even know where this dirty road is taking me

Sometimes I don’t even know the reasons why

I guess I’ll keep on ramblin', lots of booze and lots of gamblin'

It’s easier than just waitin' around to die

I had a ma, I even had a pa

He hit her with a belt once cause she cried

Told him to take care of me, headed back to Tennessee

It was easier than just waitin' around to die

I came of age and I met a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar

She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly

I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped to train

Was easier than just waitin' around to die

A friend said he knew where some easy money was

We robbed a man and brother did we fly

They caught up with me, they drug me back to Muskogee

Four long years waitin' around to die

Now I’m out of prison, got me a friend at last

He don’t drink or steal or cheat or lie

His name is morphine, he’s the nicest thing I’ve seen

Together we’re gonna wait around and die

Together we’re gonna wait around and die