Letra de Fixin' To Die - Steve Earle

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 takin' it 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 him 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
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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 back 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