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• Artiste: Steve Earle
• Titre: Fixin' To Die
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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