Ain’t Dead Yet

© 2023

Words & Music by Bren Tully Walsh & Lisa Lefebvre

Hear your train a comin’

Ain’t it just your fate

Trying to catch the wagon like a bandit on the chase

Saddlin’ up the dragon

Every time the good times roll

Spare the testimony

Give it to em’ straight

Not much to defend

Nothin’ to regret

Mighta been the mission, filling you up with dread

But on the bright side, you ain’t dead yet

Right foot on the pedal left one in the grave

Mustache on the pavement

Another rumble shave

Mighta been the partin of the clouds 

In a twistin handlebar daze

Cost of being phoney

Weighing down your freight

Pass another highball, runnin’ at full eight

Past the point of breaking, for the crossbuck up ahead

But on the bright side you ain’t dead yet dead

On the bright side, you made it through the high tide

Though you were in well over your head

When the tide went low you landed on a horseshoe shell

Ain’t life what you live to tell

Hurry down the highway

Gonna make the front page

Slow lane’s no redemption

At the rate that jesus saves

But ain’t no god in heaven 

Could keep you on the rails this long

When it comin

No need to bow and pray

Could be just your number

Any kinda day

It’s a shameful kindof joy, when it’s someone else instead

But on the bright side you ain’t dead yet

On the bright side, you made it through the high tide

Though you were in well over your head

When the tide went low you landed on a horseshoe shell

Ain’t life what you live to tell

On the bright side, you made it through the high tide

Though you were in well over your head

When the tide went low you landed on a horseshoe shell

Ain’t life what you live to tell