Lyrics by Steven R. Drennon, ©️ 2025 Lyrics may not be remixed, used as prompts for AI, or otherwise reproduced without consent. Please check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@firstep3 https://youtu.be/wQR0ZEykz5Q It’s been a long road, full of dead ends, Outlaws don’t get many friends. The whiskey’s gone, and the end feels near, But I'll greet it without any fear. There ain’t no sense in hidin’ out, They’ll find me soon, I have no doubt. I’ve done my wrongs, I’ve paid my dues, Now I got nothin’ left to lose. Let the lawmen come, I won’t run, Though I might not see tomorrow's sun. It's my choice how the story’s told, Ain't got no plans for growin' old. No prayin’s gonna change my fate, And mercy's bound to come too late. If this should be my final night, I’ll be ready for one last fight. I’ve crossed some lines and went too far, I took some hits and earned some scars. The ones I've loved have moved along, 'Cause there's too much that I've done wrong. I can't outrun the pain I've caused, I can't get back the time I've lost. I may be tired, but I ain’t scared, If they want me, I’ll be prepared. Let the lawmen come, I won’t run, Though I might not see tomorrow's sun. It's my choice how the story’s told, Ain't got no plans for growin' old. No prayin’s gonna change my fate, And mercy's bound to come too late. If this should be my final night, I’ll be ready for one last fight. If I should fall, don’t cry for me, I can't outrun my destiny. I'll have to pay for all I've done, My day of reckoning’s about to come. Let the lawmen come, I won’t run, Though I might not see tomorrow's sun. It's my choice how the story’s told, Ain't got no plans for growin' old. No prayin’s gonna change my fate, And mercy's bound to come too late. If this should be my final night, I’ll be ready for one last fight.
