If I die at twenty-seven
Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix
I’ll be smiling far from heaven
Count my blessings If I die at twenty-seven
Hol’ up, take in this trip for a sec
God made me wicked but I need some rest
Holes in my pockets, the gold on my neck
It’s getting too heavy I can’t catch a breath
The lord came and bought me a Mercedes-Benz
Drove to the crossroads to drink with my friends
sh#t is Nirvana more doors to the thrills
I’m high but I’m falling asleep at the wheel
Glass of red wine, house in the hills
Riding with death like the king: Jean Michel
sh#t that I’m on makes it harder to sleep
But I’ll rest in peace when I’m down six feet deep
If I die at twenty-seven
Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix
I’ll be smiling far from heaven
Count my blessings If I die at twenty-seven
If I die at twenty-seven
Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix
I’ll be smiling far from heaven
Count my blessings If I die at twenty-seven
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
New West – Those Eyes
New West – Special Place In Hell
New West Lyrics – 27