Waiting Around to Die
Townes Van Zandt / Townes Van Zandt: Townes Van Zandt (1969)
| Am | Dm |
| Sometimes I don't know where this dirty | road is taking me, |
| Am | Em |
Some | times I don't even know the reason | why. |
| Am | Dm |
But I | guess I'll keep on gamblin', lots of | booze and lots of ramblin', |
| Am | Em | Am |
It's | easier than just | waitin' around to | die. |
Oh one time, friends, I had a Ma, even had a Pa, | |
Well he beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried! | |
She told him to take care of me, headed down to Tennessee; | |
Well it's easier than just waitin' around to die. | |
I came of age and I found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar, | |
Oh, she cleaned me out and hid it on the sly! | |
Well, I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train; | |
It seemed easier than just to wait around to die. | |
And my friend said he knew where some easy money was, | |
We robbed a man and brother did we fly! | |
The posse caught up with me and drug me back to Muskogee, | |
And it's two long years waiting around to die. | |
Oh, but now I'm out of prison; got me a friend at last. | |
He don't drink, or steal, or cheat, or lie! | |
Oh, his name is codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen - | |
And together we're gonna wait around to die, | |
Yeah, together we're gonna wait around to die! | |
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