Ain't The Way I Wanna Go Out Lyrics

by Craig Morgan

Ol' Jimmy, a real hard worker
Loadin' trucks at the Feed and Save
Well-liked, a really nice fella
And 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