Steve Earle - Fixin' To Die lyrics
[Steve Earle - Fixin' To Die lyrics]
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'd be tellin' you a lie
If I told you I was takin' it well
Now I followed her car to the
Heaven on the Highway Hotel
I followed her car to the
Heaven on the Highway Hotel
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
Sittin' in the shadow across the parking lot
Reckon that I'm probably right
Prayin' that I'm not
A pistol on the dashboard, whiskey in the cup
Here he comes, let 'em get inside
And then I lit 'em up
Fixin' to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
'Cause, I shot my baby in the
Heaven on the Highway Hotel
And I'm fixin' to die, going to Hell
I'm fixin' to die and I'm going to Hell
Now I'm fixin' to die
Reckon I'm going to Hell
Warden walkin' up ahead
Preacher right behind
Guard on either side in case my legs unwind
Chains around my ankles
Beads around my hands
Walking 'cross the yard
Never coming back again
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm going to Hell
'Cause, I shot my baby in the
Heaven on the Highway Hotel
Now I'm fixin' to die, I'm going to Hell
I'm fixin' to die, I'm going to Hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm going to Hell