I Every night's another bar and a bottle in my hand
I These cheap cigars, they burn my lungs
Y But I don't give a damn
Y All the sins I've made and the time
I ought to be dead by now
I'm driving down this road
Just keep on heading south
I'm coming down off a runaway high
These cops are on my tail
But I don't really mind
'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye
What's there more to say
Before I reach the by and by?
She met her a good old man down in the sticks
He was lookin' sharp as a knife, hell
He's probably thirty-six
Well, he crossed my path
So I pull out my old six shot
Then I put a piece of lead right through his heart
I'm coming down off a runaway high
These cops are on my tail, but I don't really mind
'Cause I could be gone in the blink of an eye
What's there more to say
Before I reach the by and by?
I'm coming down off a runaway high
These cops are on my tail
But I don't really mind
I could be gone in the blink of an eye
What's there more to say
Before I reach the by and by?