Living on the Sand

Leave them lights as they are
And keep your clothes on
I've had more than my fill
Of whiskey and women
And good-hearted villains
But there's a wickedness in me still

Keep that gun locked away
Locked away, boy
Well, you know you're an angry young man
Going in town with six rounds
You're sure to be hell-bound
That house you've got is built on the sand

I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promised land
On the sand

Don't look twice, look twice at that bottle
You'll claim that Jesus turned the water to wine
You'll be wishing that wine you were drinking was water
When you're jumping the bridge in the night

Forgive me, forgive me
Don't it sound more clear
When I'm screaming it day after day?
I've lost all my patience
I'm wasted on waiting on
Making my next mistake

I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promised land
On the sand

I've been living on the sand
Don't take much to guide my hand
Far from promised land
On the sand