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Waiting around to die
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by Townes Van Zandt
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Sometimes I don't know where
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this dirty road is taking me
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sometimes I can't even see the reason why
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I guess I keep a-gamblin'
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lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
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it's easier than just waitin' around to die
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One time, friends, I had a ma
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I even had a pa
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he beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried
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She told him to take care of me
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headed down to Tennessee
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it's easier than just waitin' around to die
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I came of age and I found a girl
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in a Tuscaloosa bar
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She cleaned me out and hit in on the sly
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I tried to kill the pain, bought some wine
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and hopped a train
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seemed easier than just waitin' around to die
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A friend said he knew
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where some easy money was
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we robbed a man, and brother did we fly
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the posse caught up with me
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and drug me back to Muskogee
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it's two long years I've been waitin' around to die
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Now I'm out of prison
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I got me a friend at last
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he don't drink or steal or cheat or lie
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His name's Codine
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he's the nicest thing I've seen
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together we're gonna wait around and die
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together we're gonna wait around and die
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Waiting around to die
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Townes Van Zandt |