Lyrics

With a pistol in my hand I walked on through the door,
I was no stranger to the game, Lord knows I have been here before,
So as the clerk threw up his hands and the old lady laid on the floor,
Some part-timer drew his gun and shot before I reached the door.
And I'm alone once again, just a child in the end,
I know what's behind me, but I have no time to start life again.
I'm walking the streets and it's ringing in my head,
I found myself alone just thanking God I wasn't dead,
They say trouble follows me and it sure likes what it finds,
Well, with no one to love me it all feels like wasted time.
I see her face and she's calling out my name,
I reach out for her hand but she's washed away with the blood, with the rain,
Now I have had trouble all my life and I know I'm on borrowed time,
But I have been a sinner so long, Lord, my life ain't worth the time.