Waiting Around to Die - Jim James, Quiet Life

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

Sometimes I can’t even see the reason why

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

It’s easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die 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

It’s easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die I came of age and found 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 a train

Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die A friend said he knew where

some easy money was

We robbed a man and brother, did we fly

The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee

It’s two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die Now I’m out of prison,

I got me a friend at last

He don’t steal or cheat or drink or lie

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

Together we’re gonna wait around and die