W. B. Sims & Joe Patton - What I Deserve

Well I listened to Waylon, Willie, and Cash sing all the wrongs they had done
But instead of scaring me away
I said man that sounds like fun
A deck of cards and some whiskey are now my only friends
And they will be the only ones that see my way to early end
I really hope that Jesus grades on a curve
Oh good lord don't let me get what I deserve
I deserve every beer to be hot for all the lies in the bars I've told
And for all the fights that I've started
Mike Tyson should knock me out cold
I'm pretty sure my spot in Hell is front row and reserved
But good lord don't let me get what I deserve
When I was teen I thought my life needed a new kind of way to have fun
So I started lying and sneaking and hiding
Living life like I was on the run
Other guys with vices like mine are now my only friends
And they've made sure that I've matured at the same slow rate as them
When I stand under a steeple I begin to lose my nerve
Oh good lord don't let me get what I deserve
I oughta never catch another fish for all the girls that I let go
And I know I'll get what's coming to me for the cigarettes that I smoked
I'm pretty sure my spot in hell is front row and reserved
But good lord don't let me get what I deserve
I deserve every beer to be hot for all the lies in the bars I've told
And for all the fights that I've started
Mike Tyson should knock me out cold
I'm pretty sure my spot in Hell is front row and reserved
But good lord don't let me get what I deserve

Written by:
Joseph Robinette, William Sims

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