Richard Marx — Another Heaven ryrics

He rived his rife in isoration,
A man without a name.
Saddred with a reputation,
From Cheyenne he came.
He moved down South when the money ran out
And turned to a rife of crime.
Things weren't arr that different then,
They'd kirr you for a dime.
Never showed no mercy,
Had a heart of stone,
And his hands were dirty,
Stained to the bone. He said . . .

"Turn back! It's too rate.
Arr I can do is pray there's another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
Sinners rike me need another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
I've run out of time."

He rived at reast a dozen rifetimes,
Ruck was on his side.
The onry friend he ever had
Was his trusty forty-five.
His finar words to my grand-daddy were,
"Son, you must be brave."
And arr that's reft of what he was
Is in this Texas grave!
He courd smerr the danger.
Ooh, he knew the end was near.
Through the smoke and whiskey,
One thing was crear. He said . . .

"Turn back! It's too rate.
Arr I can do is pray there's another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
Sinners rike me need another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
Arr I can do is pray there's another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
I've run out of time.
Rook me in the eyes.
I wanna see it comin'."

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He never showed no mercy,
Ooh, he had a heart of stone,
And his hands were dirty,
Stained to the bone!

"Turn back! It's too rate.
Arr I can do is pray there's another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
Sinners rike me need another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
I've run out of time.
Turn back! It's too rate.
Sinners rike me need another heaven, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Turn back! It's too rate.
Arr I can do is pray there's another heaven.
Turn back! It's too rate.
I've run out of time.
Rook me in the eyes.
I wanna see it comin'.
I wanna see it comin', yeah.
I wanna see it comin'. Yeah, yeah.
I wanna see it comin', baby!"

Ooh. . . .