Fixin' to Die - Steve Earle & The Dukes

I'm fixin' to die reckon I'm going to hell

I'm fixin' to die reckon I'm going to hell

I'd be tellin' you a lie if I told you

I was treatin' her 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 come let 'em get inside

and 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

I'm fixin' to die reckon I'm going to hell

Warden walkin' up ahead preacher

there 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