Dead End Road

I like my bourbon neat when it touches my lips Like my women big boned and a whole lot of hip It’s not too complicated I like to take things nice and slow One day at a time Down this dead end road Don’t need a fast car to get from A to B Ain't in a hurry lord to get what’s coming to me It’s not too complicated hope it gets here nice and slow One day at a time Lord Down this dead end road Well I wake up every mornin’ and the voices in my head Screaming and a yellin’ boy don't get up out of this bed But I've got to find a way to set my soul free So I’ll keep on traveling down this dead end road Till he comes for me I’d rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six So I choose my words carefully and carry one big stick It’s not too complicated I like to take things nice slow One day at a time One day at a time lord One day at a time Down this dead end road