Well the doc said son, you gotta quit this life you lead before you die. I said I can't quit, it's all I know, and I can't afford to die.
And how am I supposed to pay your bill, when I'm 6 feet in the ground? And who in the hell's gonna feed my dog when I'm no longer around? I said ain't there something you can do doc, some kind of pill or remedy?
He said I ain't never heard of no drug that works to keep a man from being lazy.
I said lazy? Now watch it doc, cause I work really hard.
You see from 10pm to 2 am every night I play my guitar.
Yeah and I drink real hard and I smoke real hard and I hardly have time to sleep.
And lately I been eating so hard I can barely see my feet.
Well I sat down and I pondered awhile about what the good doctor had said,
And I thought real quietly to myself, you know maybe I'd be better off dead.
Now you know a dead man don't have to worry about the police or any warrants he has out,
And I'd no longer have to hide from the credit card collectors tryin to flush me out.
Yeah, being dead'd be great, no more smoke filled lungs or bars.
No more worrying about that liver disease I'm gonna get from drinkin too hard.
No more playing all night long, No more hangovers that last all day.
No more meeting beautiful women, no more rolling in the hay!
(...no more rolling around?! Who wrote that?!)
Who am I kidding? I don't want to die!, I got a lot of things left to do!
Got a lot of drinkin' and smokin', pickin' and grinnin' and songs to write for you.
Well I want to live forever or at least as long as I can.
I want to smoke them cigarettes and feel the burning in my lungs, man.
I want to drink lots of whiskey and get drunk and stupid and stoned,
And I want to make love to my woman and feel the passion burn all night long.
Lord don't take me now, you gotta give me a little more time.
I got some loose ends down here to tie up, a lot of worries on my mind.