Para la corredora en dique seco, forzoso o voluntario. Para el corredor hiperventilado. Para el mefítico fumador y el aplatanado politoxicómano. Para el que no hace otra cosa que esperar. Townes tenía una canción para todo el mundo. Pero no intente ésto en casa. Me voy de crosses, nos vemos el lunes.
Sometimes I don't know where this dirty road is taking me
Sometimes I can't even see the reason why
So I guess I keep on gamblin', lots of booze and lots of ramblin'
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
One time, friends, I had a ma, I even had a pa
He beat her with a belt once 'cause she cried
She told him to take care of me,
She headed down to Tennessee
It's easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
I came of age and found a girl in a Tuscaloosa bar
She cleaned me out and hit it on the sly
I tried to kill the pain, I bought some wine and hopped a train
Seemed easier than just a-waitin' 'round to die
A friend said he knew where some easy money was
We robbed a man and brother did we fly
The posse caught up with me, drug me back to Muskogee
It's two long years, just a-waitin' 'round to die
Now I'm out of prison, I got me a friend at last
He don't steal or cheat or drink or lie
His name's Codeine, he's the nicest thing I've seen
Together we're gonna wait around and die
