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they've said that my drinking will cause my end
it'll kill my liver and lose all my friends
but hopefully it's easier done than said
cause i'll surely be dead by then

all this smoking is reeking hell on my lungs
while kicked out of bars but i don't care none
i've got me a camel and away i go
i'll surely be dead by then, i know

i got me a girl, as pretty as can be
she says she's faithful but she don't love me
but i'm well aware of her promiscuous friends
by the time i start caring, i'll be dead by then

i'm a generous man with a lot to give
even if i don't got a lot for to live
i hear them a-calling my name, it's the end
by the time they realize i'll be dead by then

they sing and they'll cry at the funeral home
under their lies there the truth will be know
a forgotten old man, bitter to the end
by the time i admit this i'll be dead by then