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I WASN’T BORN TO DIE OLD

I WASN’T BORN TO DIE OLD

Hard livin’, got a tale that burns right off the page
Fire’s rollin’, a cannonball that’s blastin’ off w/ rage

End’s callin’, been as close to dyin’ as you’ll ever get
Devil’s wild, Grab yer cards and make yer final bet

By man’s hand or an odd disease
Save yer potions and yer remedies
Come up cold or get the gold
I wasn’t born to die old

Final days, ridin’ towards a sun that’s burnin’ red
Last call, sky’s cloudin’, time to go all in

Went to swingin’ and I went down hard
Backed it up and I came out scarred
How you go shows if you fold
I wasn’t born to die old

Doom country