the bed so he could take a look
At those six blue steel chambers and
more his head got filled with doubt
One's a hard row, one's the easy out
The devil on his shoulder said,
But the angel in the room said,
you ain't through here yet
And the ticking of the clock
When you're flirting with the
your mama to see you this way
Or the preacher that put you
One hand holds the key to life
The other holds the darkest lie
And the fool between things,
He was drifting through the
pages of his past regrets
Till he stumbled on the part about
the valley of the shadow of death
And he felt as old as time,
At the bottom of the motel pool
And the ticking of the clock
When you're flirting with the trigger,
your mama to see you this way
Or the preacher that put you
One hand holds the key to life
The other holds the darkest light
Thinks he has to pick one
Don't mean there is much to him
Yeah, he walked through the darkest night
and every breath that comes
He looks back on the battle that
