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Wages of sinThe ballad of Johnny GuitarI spent my high school years in OklahomaI left as soon as I could driveIt's one thing to die slowlyIt's another to be buried aliveI spent my life seeking pleasureThey called me a disreputable manI never worked a day for a livin'I just lived off the wages of sinI knew a pretty womanBut I guess that's over nowIt doesn't really matterTo me she never loved me anyhowBut now I'm on my death bedI'm gonna die here all aloneThe farmer bringing in his harvestOf all the wild seeds he has sowedOf all the wild seeds he has sowedMy mama was ChristianShe tried to raise me rightBut by nature I was evilAnd I was drawn to neon lightsI lived my life a drunkardI didn't give a good god damnI started out to be a preacherLetras de cancionesBut I ended up a guitar manI never trusted anybodyI treated my loved ones like a jokeAnd my soul is headed for hellfireAnd my body's going up in smokeThe glory train is leavingAnd so my boat will be shotThe wages of sin are guilty pleasuresBut salvation can't be boughtSalvation can't be boughtPlay some guitar JohnnyPlay it for me From Letras Mania