Cory Morrow - The songwriters lament

^GWell, the doc said, "Son, you've ^Dgot to quit this life ya l^Cead before ya ^Gdie." I said, "I can't quit. I^Dt's all I know and I c^Can't af^Dford to d^Gie. And how'm I supposed to p^Day your bills when I'm s^Cix feet in the gr^Gound? And who in the hell's gonna f^Deed my dog when I^C'm no l^Donger 'ro^Gund?"

^GI said, "Ain't there something you can ^Ddo, doc? Some kind of p^Cill or re^Gmedy?" He said, "I ain't never heard of ^Dno drug that works to keep a m^Can from b^Deing l^Gazy." ^GHuh, I said "Lazy? N^Dow you just watch it, doc, c^Cause I work really h^Gard. You see, from 10p.m. ^Dto 2a.m., ev^Cerynight, I p^Dlay my g^Guitar. ^GYeah, and I drink real hard and ^DI smoke real hard, and I h^Cardly have time to s^Gleep. And lately I've been e^Datin' so hard, I can h^Cardly s^Dee my f^Geet."

^GWell, I sat down and po^Dndered awhile 'b^Cout what the good doc had s^Gaid And I thought real quitely to my^Dself, "Ya know, m^Caybe I'd be be^Dtter off d^Gead." Now you see, a dead man d^Don't hafta worry about the police for any wa^Crrants he might have o^Gut. And I'd no longer hafta h^Dide from the credit card collecters tr^Cyin' to fl^Dush me o^Gut. ^GYeah, bein' dead would be gr^Deat. No more s^Cmoke-filled lungs or b^Gars. No more worryin' bout that l^Diver disease you g^Cet from dri^Dnkin' too h^Gard. No more playin' a^Dll night, no more ha^Cngovers that last all d^Gay. No more meetin' beautiful w^Domen, no m^Core rollin' ar^Dound in the h^Gay.

Who'm I kiddin'?? I don't wanna d^Die. I got a^Clot of things left to ^Gdo. I got alot of drinkin' and s^Dmokin' and pickin' and gri^Cnnin' and writin' so^Dngs for y^Gou.

Well, I wanna l^Cive forever or atleast as long as I can. I wanna sm^Goke them cigarettes, feel the burnin' in my lungs man. I wanna dr^Cink lots of whiskey and get drunk and stupid and stoned. And I wanna m^Gake love to my woman, feel the passion burn all night

^DLord, don't take me now. You've gotta give me a little more time. I've got a f^Cew loose ends down here to tie up, alotta wor^Dries ^Con my m^Gind. Well, I wanna l^Cive forever or atleast as long as I can. I wanna sm^Goke them Marlboro lights, feel the burnin' in my lungs man. I wanna dr^Cink Wild Turkey and get drunk and stupid and stoned. And I wanna m^Gake love to my woman, feel the passion burn all night

L^Dord, don't take me now. You've gotta give me a little more time. I've got a f^Cew loose ends down here to tie up, alotta wor^Dries o^Cn my m^Gind. I've got a f^Cew loose ends down here to tie up, and Lord, you k^Dnow I can't af^Cford to d^Gie.