| |
He lived his life in isolation, a man without a name
Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came
He moved down south when the money ran out
Turned to a life of crime
Things weren’t all that different then
They’d kill you for a dime
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty, stained to the bone, he said
Chorus:
Turn back? it’s too late!
All I can do is pray there’s another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
I’ve run out of time. . .
He lived at least a dozen lifetimes, luck was on his side
The only friend he ever had,
Was his trusty forty-five
His final words to my gran-daddy were
Son you must be brave
All that’s left of what he was
Is in this texas grave
He could smell the danger
He knew the end was near
Thru the smoke and whiskey, one thing was clear
Chorus:
Turn back? it’s too late!
All I can do is pray there’s another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
All I can do is pray there’s another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
I’ve run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin’!
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty. stained to the bone
Chorus:
Turn back? it’s too late!
All I can do is pray there’s another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
All I can do is pray there’s another heaven
Turn back? it’s too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven, yeah, yeah!
Turn back? it’s too late!
I’ve run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin’!
Read more lyrics about / on: heaven, money, friend, yeah, life, time, leave
|
|
|
Lyrics: Richard Marx
