Testo Fixin' To Die
Testo Fixin' To Die
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'd be tellin' you a lie if I told I was treatin' her well
Now I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel
Yeah, I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
Sittin' the shadow across the parkin' lot Reckon that I'm probably right, parkin' that I'm not
A pistol on the dashboard, whiskey in the cup
Here he come, let 'em get inside, then I lit 'em up
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel
And I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
Warden walkin' up ahead, preacher there behind
Guard on either side in case my legs unwind
Chains around my ankles, breads around my hands Walkin' 'cross the yard, never comin' back again
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel
Now I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'd be tellin' you a lie if I told I was treatin' her well
Now I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel
Yeah, I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
Sittin' the shadow across the parkin' lot Reckon that I'm probably right, parkin' that I'm not
A pistol on the dashboard, whiskey in the cup
Here he come, let 'em get inside, then I lit 'em up
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel
And I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
Warden walkin' up ahead, preacher there behind
Guard on either side in case my legs unwind
Chains around my ankles, breads around my hands Walkin' 'cross the yard, never comin' back again
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel
Now I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
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