| Am | Dm | |
| Sometimes I don't even know where this dusty road is taking | me |
| Am | E | |
| Sometimes I don't even know the reason why |
| Am | |
| But I figure I'll keep on ramblin' |
| Dm | |
| Lots of boo | ze and lots of gamblin' |
| Am | E | Am | |
| It's | easier than just w | aitin around to die. |
| Once I had a Ma, I even had a Pa |
| He hit her with a belt once 'cause she cried |
| She told him to take care of me |
| Headed back to Tennessee |
| It was easier 'n just waitin around to die. |
| I came of age and I met a girl |
| in a Tuscaloosa bar |
| She cleaned me out and hid it on the sly |
| I tried to kill the pain |
| I bought some wine and hopped a train |
| It was easier than just waiting around to die |
| My friend said he knew where some easy money was |
| We robbed a man and brother did we fly |
| The police caught up with me |
| drug me back to muskogee |
| Now it's two long years of waitng around to die. |
| Now I'm out of prison |
| I got me a friend at last |
| He don't drink, or cheat, or steal, or lie |
| His name's codeine |
| he's the finest thing I've seen |
| and together we're gonna wait around to die. |