Suicide David Allan Coe

By David Allan Coe

STANDING IN THE BATHROOM WITH A GUN IN MY HAND

PULLING ON THE TRIGGER JUST AS FAST AS I CAN

I CAN HEAR HER SCREAM AS SHE REACHES FOR THE LOVER BESIDE HER

MARRIED BY THE BIBLE SHE WAS ONLY SIXTEEN

I WAS FRESH FROM PRISON TRYING TO FOLLOW MY DREAM

WHO'D EVER THOUGHT ID BE THE JUDGE AND THE JURY THAT TRIED HER?

BLOOD SPLATTERED ALL OVER THE WALL

THE GUN STILL SMOKING AS I WATCH IT FALL

I RUN THROUGH THE DOOR WHILE THE SIRENS BLOW OUT ON THE HIGHWAY

MAYBE THEY'LL CATCH ME AND MAYBE THEY WONT

IT REALLY DOESN'T MATTER I JUST HAD TO DO THINGS MY WAY

YEAH YEAH