Lyrics

A young man sat in a six by ten prison cell
He wants to go to heaven but thinks he?ll wind up down in hell
He shot the woman that he loved for many years
For lying on her back with his best man
And the time is coming, it?s close at hand

Waiting to die, it?s a terrible feeling
To know what?s at the end of death row
Waiting to die, it?s a terrible feeling
And that?s the way the story goes

On the eve of execution he ate his last meal
A T-bone and glass of Chardonnay through bars of steel
He didn?t regret what he?d done or who he?d been
Only that he?d not shot his best man
And the time is coming, it?s close at hand


Waiting to die, it?s a terrible feeling
To know what?s at the end of death row
Waiting to die, it?s a terrible feeling
And that?s the way the story goes


In the morning the preacher man came to call
And cried repent your sins my boy, one and all
He walked down the mile to the room
Where he?d make his final stand
And the time was now upon him, it was at hand


Waiting to die had been a terrible feeling
Knowing what?s at the end of death row
Waiting to die had been a terrible feeling
So I?m told