Ain't The Way I Wanna Go Out - Craig Morgan

Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker, loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save

Well-liked, a really nice fella: that’s why it’s hard to believe

One day, two counties over, he got caught with another man’s wife

Shots fired, smoke cleared: her husband took Jimmy’s life

In an instant, all the good stuff he’d ever done was all gone

Now everybody just remembers the one thing that he did wrong

You can have it all an' in the twinklin' of an eye

It can all turn around

If I live to roam this earth another hundred years

Without 20 seconds from right now

That ain’t the way that I wanna go out

Rob Jenkins, sittin' on the back pew: head bowed an' his eyes closed

Preacher talkin' 'bout gettin' to Heaven, said: «Brother would you like to go?»

White knuckles holdin' his Hymnal, while the choir sang Amazing Grace

He stands up, full of conviction: turns 'round an' runs out of that place

Off in his truck, says to himself: «Next Sunday, I’m a-gonna get saved.»

Runs a red light, hit broadside an' next Sunday is way too late

You can have it all an' in the twinklin' of an eye

It can all turn around

If I live to roam this earth another hundred years

Without 20 seconds from right now

That ain’t the way that I wanna go out

I’m gonna do right, an' make sure I ask forgiveness before I go:

I’m gonna take time, 'cause it’s a fine line

Between here an' «You never know.»

You can have it all an' in the twinklin' of an eye

It can all turn around

If I live to roam this earth another hundred years

Without 20 seconds from right now

That ain’t the way that I wanna go out

That ain’t the way that I wanna go out

No I don’t wanna go out