Ain’t Livin Long Like This (Live at The Ryman / 2018) Margo Price (Ft. Sturgill Simpson)

[Intro]
We'll do a song here by, uh
By Rodney Crowell
Yeah, turn that shit up

[Verse 1]
You look for trouble and you found it, son
Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun
I tried to run, but I don't think I can
You make one move and you're a dead man, friend
Ain't living long like this
No, I can't live at all like this, can I, baby?

[Verse 2]
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back
And left me bleeding on a steel reel track
They got 'em all in the jailhouse, baby
Ain't living long like this

[Verse 3]
Grew up in Houston off of Wayside Drive
Son of a carhop and some all-night dives
Dad drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember is a drunk man's breath
Ain't living long likе this, hey
No, I can't live at all like this, can I, baby?