Lyrics 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.
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