Too Stubborn to Die

Been buried twice, but I kept the dirt. You can’t teach a ghost how to hurt.

Took a bullet from a preacher’s lie, Spat it back and watched him cry. God said, “Boy, why don’t you kneel?” I said, “I don’t talk to what I can’t feel.”

I’m too stubborn to die, too mean to fade, My soul’s a debt I never paid. If the Devil wants a piece of me, He’ll have to bleed to get it free.

The law gave chase, the night gave cover, I danced with death like an old lover. The stars burned low, the whiskey burned right, Every wound became a light.

I’m too stubborn to die, too proud to pray, I was born to crawl the hard man’s way. The fire won’t quit, and neither will I, Call me cursed — I call it alive.

Ain’t no peace in the dirt, no truth in the sky, Just a man too damn proud to say goodbye. So when you carve my name, carve it deep — Tell the worms I don’t sleep.

I’m too stubborn to die, I outlast the flame, You can bury the body, but not the name. My bones’ll hum this outlaw hymn, Till the dust gets tired of holdin’ him.

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