Fixin' To Die Lyrics

I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'd be tellin' you a lie if I told I was treatin' her well
Now I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel
Yeah, I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell

Sittin' the shadow across the parkin' lot
Reckon that I'm probably right, parkin' that I'm not
A pistol on the dashboard, whiskey in the cup
Here he come, let 'em get inside, then I lit 'em up

I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel
And I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell


Warden walkin' up ahead, preacher there behind
Guard on either side in case my legs unwind
Chains around my ankles, breads around my hands
Walkin' 'cross the yard, never comin' back again

I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell
'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel
Now I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell
I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell