old habits die hard
old habits die hard

out in red rock country
behind a big scrub tree
we sat beside your surrogate grave
and talked about our dreams

dad smoked a cigarillo
i contemplated death
we swapped old stories of you
because these memories are all we have left

and old habits die hard
this one by far the hardest
grieving for all your pain
though you�re now the farthest from it

i�d pray for you each day
but what would that mean from a heathen anyway?
�cause I don�t believe in god
and if I did, I�d hate him for taking you away
oh why couldn�t you stay?

because old habits die hard
my grieving heart beats out the pain
old habits die hard
old habits die hard