Tomorrow You Might Be Gone

It seems like hard times always get worse
It starts in the cradle and it ends in a hearse
From the day that you're born till the day that you drop
You can watch it go wrong from the bottom to the top

Don't make any plans because tomorrow you might be gone

Oh-oh Ohh
Oh-oh Ohh

If you hear the wolves
Howling at your door
And your belly is empty
And you're tired and sore
If you feel your feet
Getting cold and numb
And you're waiting for help
That will never come

Don't make any plans because tomorrow you might be gone

Oh-oh Ohh
Oh-oh Ohh

We all know the story
Of the spider and the fly
But even that spider
One day will die
We're all just hanging on
By a thread
About to fall into
Someone else's web

Don't make any plans because tomorrow you might be gone

Oh-oh Ohh
Oh-oh Ohh



Credits
Writer(s): Kasey Mckee
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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