He wears a blue suede cowboy hat

Got a Juarez women stretched out on his lap

He sings an old song

A song to himself

He sings waiting 'round to die 

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You see, one border whorehouse it looks just like another

But he first came to this one with his father and his brother

Now, nobody cares one way or another

He sings an old song

A song to himself

He sings waiting 'round to die 

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Well there's a plump woman, she's attending bar

He holds hands with another plump woman named Starr

Lays a twenty on the table by the pigs feet jar

Sings an old song

Song to himself

He sings waiting 'round to die 

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There's a beautiful woman

She wraps around his shoulder

Eyes painted like clay

Except colder

She says hell of a deal

ain’t it

Getting older

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Waiting 'round to die

He sings waiting 'round to die

Waiting 'round to die

He sings waiting 'round to die

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He thinks 

Who in the world would write a song like that

Then the two plump women

Start laughing at his hat

So he pulls another twenty out

Just like that

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Sings an old song, song to himself

He sings waiting 'round to die

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He wears a blue suede cowboy hat

Got a woman in her underwear sitting on his lap

He sings an old song

A song to himself

He sings waiting 'round to die 

He sings an old song

A song to himself

He sings waiting 'round to die

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