Playin' on that sad guitar, born with a broken heart
I took me a ride on that slow rollin' train
Watch it run, oh, why do the good die young?
Burnin' like a shootin' star, born with a broken heart
Bang a drum, oh, why do the good die young, young yea?
Burnin' like a shootin' star, born with a broken heart
Playin' on that sad guitar, born with a broken heart
Killed by a bullet from a six-string gun
It still runs, it seems that the good die young
Off in the distance, callin' my name
Seems it was over, before it begun
Ridin' in a long black car, born with a broken heart