MY SHORT-LIVED LIFE OF CRIME

     I dug into my dresser drawer
     Wrapped my fingers around my ol' forty-four
     And headed out into the cold night air

     I'd lost my job at the factory
     Left my wife and boy without enough to eat
     And that was more than I could bear

          I said, it's a hold up, it's a robbery
          Give me the cash and don't follow me
          But both of us had fear in our eyes
          In my short-lived life of crime

     Your daddy was the clerk that night
     And he did what he knew was right
     He tried to grab my shakin' gun

     But a shot rang out and the better man fell
     I knew right then that I'd lost myself
     When I saw what I had done

          I said, it's a hold up, it's a robbery
          Give me the cash and don't follow me
          But both of us had fear in our eyes
          In my short-lived life of crime

     Now I'm wearin' denim for the rest of my life
     And half the time, wish I wasn't alive
     But I deserve even worse

     I killed your dad - wish he'd killed me
     Then there wouldn't be two broken families
     "Sorry" ain't a strong enough word

          I said, it's a hold up, it's a robbery
          Give me the cash and don't follow me
          But both of us had fear in our eyes
          In my short-lived life of crime
          -  My short-lived life of crime
          -  My short-lived life of crime

               Written by Jeff Stewart and Mark "Moke" Cameron
               Copyright 2002 Blue Clover Music (ASCAP) / Mark Cameron