He lived his life in isolation, a man without a name
Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came
He moved down south when the money ran out
Turned to a life of crime
Things werent all that different then
Theyd kill you for a dime
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty, stained to the bone, he said
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
He lived at least a dozen lifetimes, luck was on his side
The only friend he ever had,
Was his trusty forty-five
His final words to my gran-daddy were
Son you must be brave
All thats left of what he was
Is in this texas grave
He could smell the danger
He knew the end was near
Thru the smoke and whiskey, one thing was clear
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin!
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty. stained to the bone
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven, yeah, yeah!
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin!