fixin' to die

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