Dying All The Time

Well my daughter ain't here But her memory appears And I feel like dying all the time Well I'd welcome the noose If I could only choose To hold her my baby one more time God is good God is great Tell me who decides my fate Was it your hands or mine That are nailed into that pine 'Cause I feel like dying all the time Well my daddy ain't here He's been gone for three damn years And I still feel his cold hands in mine Well the last time we spoke I rushed him off the phone And I will regret that all my life God is good God is great Tell me who decides my fate Was it your hands or mine That are nailed into that pine 'Cause I feel like dying all the time Was it your hands or mine That are nailed into that pine 'Cause I feel like dying all the time Yeah I want to die all the time