Well, well, well, so I can die easy Here they come In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up/out siviers Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed Meet me,

Coming In Hot Firin' some shot Coming in red hot It's a musical shot I just clean up me nuzzle I just load me barrel And I cock me hammer Cause I'm gonna pull my trigger One minute after dozing

If you use your eyes I'm not going 'Cause I've been waiting for a miracle And I'm not leaving I won't let you Let you give up on a miracle Living like I'm not alive So I'm gonna start over tonight When it might save you

I bless the rains down in Africa There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do Gonna take some time to do the things we never had It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you (I bless the rain) I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister

Who's gonna love you better? And I know you do, I do it too Who's gonna be me now? Can she live with your flaws Why do you think we think we know what would happen? Felt it a hundred times We got the perfect eyes, eh eh What if she asked would you tell

Endless sacrifice Moments wasted Time escaping And so alone Try to stay alive Until I hear your voice I'm gonna lose my mind Someone tell me why

Verse 1:(Kris Kristofferson) E A E A I'm gonna steal a silver stallion,with not a mark upon his silky hide E A E

I'll live my life the way I feel And I am not afraid to try it on my own I don't care if I'm right or wrong And I don't care if I'm right or wrong No matter what I'm gonna keep it real, you know I'm wiser now I'm not the foolish girl you used to know So

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's