Songwriter’s Lament
By Cory Morrow


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Well the doc said son, you gotta quit this life you lead before you die.
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I said I can't quit, it's all I know, and I can't afford to die.
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And how am I supposed to pay your bill, when I'm 6 feet in the ground?
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And who in the hell's gonna feed my dog when I'm no longer around?

I said ain't there something you can do doc, some kind of pill or remedy?
He said I ain't never heard of no drug that works to keep a man from being lazy.
I said lazy? Now watch it doc, cause I work really hard
You see from 10pm to 2 am every night I play my guitar
Yeah and I drink real hard and I smoke real hard and I hardly have time to sleep
And lately I been eating so hard I can barely see my feet

Well I sat down and I pondered awhile about what the good doctor had said
And I thought real quietly to myself, you know maybe I'd be better off dead
Now you know a dead man don't have to worry about the police or any warrants he has out
And I'd no longer have to hide from the credit card collectors tryin to flush me out

Yeah, being dead'd be great, no more smoke filled lungs or bars
No more worrying about that liver disease I'm gonna get from drinkin too hard
No more playing all night long, No more hangovers that last all day
No more meeting beautiful women, no more rolling in the hay
(...no more rolling around?! Who wrote that?!)
Who am I kidding? I don't want to die!, I got a lot of things left to do
Got a lot of drinkin' and smokin', pickin' and grinnin' and songs to write for you


Chorus 1:
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Well I want to live forever or at least as long as I can
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I want to smoke them cigarettes and feel the burning in my lungs, man
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I want to drink lots of whiskey and get drunk and stupid and stoned
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And I want to make love to my woman and feel the passion burn all night long
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Lord don't take me now, you gotta give me a little more time
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I got some loose ends down here to tie up, a lot of worries on my mind


Chorus 2: (Same chords as chorus 1)

I want to live forever or at least as long as I can
I want to smoke them Marlboro Lights and feel the burning down in my lungs man
I want to drink Wild Turkey and get drunk and stupid and stoned
I want to make love to my woman, feel the passion burn all night long
Lord don't take me now, you gotta give me a little more time
I got a few loose ends down here to tie up, a lot of worries on my mind
Oh yeah, got a few loose ends to tie up and Lord you know I can't afford to die