From the recording Songs About Momma, Trains, Trucks, Prison and Gettin' Drunk
Lyrics
oh, there’s no end in sight to the plagues of a birth-cursed man
oh, there’s no end in sight to the plagues of a birth-cursed man
give me water on a burnin’ day
at my lips it turns to sand
no, there’s no end in sight to the plagues of a birth-cursed man
i know, i know, a man can’t have everything
but it’s gettin’ kinda hard with a tombstone hangin’
over everything i dream
i know, i know, a man can’t win every time
but it’s gettin’ kinda hard comin’ in dead last
over every finish line
i can’t escape the plagues of a birth-cursed man
no, i can’t escape the plagues of a birth-cursed man
give me water on a burnin’ day
at my lips, it turns to sand
no i can’t escape the plagues
no not the plagues
of a birth-cursed man
i know, i know a man is just flesh and bone
he can live like a king,
but he’ll die like a pig
in the cold with flesh just swollen
this heart beats so fast that I know one day it’ll burst
then i start gettin’ dizzy
anxiety’s got me spinnin’
lord, i aint ready for the worst
i can’t escape the plagues of a birth-cursed man
no i can’t escape the plagues of a birth-cursed man
give me water on a burning day
at my lips, it turns to sand
no i can’t escape the plagues
no not the plagues
of a birth-cursed man