Category: Music

V1
He started off a preacher’s only boy
The only time, in his life, he knew joy
But a gun brought his daddy down
On some dirt street in Illinois

He stood scared while he watched his daddy bleed
And picking up the six-gun at his feet
He aimed to have his vengeance there
But was too young to do the deed
He hung his little head in shame
And cried the tears no one could read

And while the church bells rung,
While a choir sung…
…He swore, to himself, that he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”
…He swore, to himself, that he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”

V2
From the everglades to the desert sands
He turned outlaw, wanted, in the badlands
Some say the demons in his head
Fanned the fury of his hands
Yeah, the last thing Sheriff Dillon saw
Was the blur of his right hand

And while the church bells rung,
While a choir sung…
…A tattoo on his right hand reads,
“Better than I used to be”
…A tattoo on his right hand reads,
“Better than I used to be”

(instrumental break)

V3
It’s a mystery that’s still misunderstood
It’s a story of how the bad was turned to good
Where a woman gave her heart to
The man who’d steal it, if he could

He was an outlaw, hardened by his trade
And the deal with the devil he had made
Some say she bartered her own soul
Others say, it’s how she prayed
Some say she was an angel
Explaining why he seemed afraid

And the church bells rung,
And the choir sung…
…he promised her, that day, he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”
Yea, he promised her, that day, he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”

V4
He earned the reputation as a thief,
A scoundrel who would lie right through his teeth
But, in that church, a miracle
Had turned over a fresh new leaf

Now, it’s said, he disappeared in ole Paris
But, it’s whispered that he died in Tennessee
Where it’s rumored that his headstone reads,
“Better than I used to be”
Where it’s rumored that his headstone reads,
“Better than I used to be”

When …will I love again?
Have a song again?
In my heart again?
When …will I live again?
And dare to breathe it in

Well, I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
The sound of trumpets…. when they blow
I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
When that music rises…. in my soul

When? To be loved, again
To be home again
Like I once was then
When…..will I fly again?
…and dare to trust the winds?

Well, I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
When the winds of change….. begin their blow
I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
That restless stir lifting my soul

When …will I love again?
Have a song again?
In my heart again?

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Verse 1
Too little time on my hands
I’ve got to start making plans
I’ve got to figure it out
Before i leave this land
I just got the news
Its’ kinda given me the blues
Cause all i wanna do
Is spend some time with you

Verse 2
Too little time on my hands
Makin’ all kinda plans
For the ones that i love
And the one up above
I wanted so much more
Never walked through that door
Never opened my heart
Now its’ torn apart

Chorus
I have tried to live a clean life
I’ve done my best to do what is right
But the hardest thing i’ll ever do
Is say my goodbye – goodbye to you

Bridge
So many nights we’ve spent together
So many moments that we’ve shared
And the pain in knowing that its’ over
It’s the only kind of pain
That i can’t bare

Verse 3
Too little time on my hands
Does he have a plan
Will i fade away
Or live another day
Is it a peaceful end
Will my spirit mend
All the broken hearts
When does the healing start

Chorus
I have tried to live a clean life
I’ve done my best to do what’s right
But the hardest thing i’ll ever do
Is say my goodbye – goodbye to you