Juarez

He wears a blue suede cowboy hat
Got a Juarez woman stretched out on his lap
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings "Waiting 'Round to Die"

You see one border whorehouse looks just like another
But he first came to this one with his father and his brother
Now nobody cares one way or another
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings "Waiting ’Round to Die"

Now there's a plump woman she's attending bar
Holds hands with another plump woman named Star
Lays a 20 on the table by the pigs’ feet jar
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings "Waiting 'Round to Die"

Now there's a beautiful woman, she's wrapped around his shoulder
Her eyes painted like clay except colder
She said "Hell of a deal ain't it, gettin' older?"

Waiting 'round to die, he sings waiting 'round to die
Waiting ’round to die, he sings waiting ’round to die

He thinks "who in the world would write a song like that"
And then the two plump women start laughing at his hat
So he pulls another 20 out just like that
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings "Waiting 'Round to Die"

He wears a blue suede cowboy hat
Got a woman in her underwear sittin’ on his lap
Sings an old song, song to himself
He sings "Waiting 'Round to Die"
Oh, he sings an old song, song to himself
He sings "Waiting 'Round to Die"