If I die at twenty seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty seven Hold up take in this trip for a sec God made me wicked but I need some rest Holes in my pockets the gold on my neck It's getting too heavy I can't catch a breath The lord came and bought me a Mercedes Benz Drove to the crossroads to drink with my friends Shit is Nirvana more doors to the thrills I'm high but I'm falling asleep at the wheel If I die at twenty seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty seven Glass of red wine house in the hills Riding with death like the king Jean Michel Shit that I'm on makes it harder to sleep But I'll rest in peace when I'm down six feet deep If I die at twenty seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty seven If I die at twenty seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty seven