My father was a carpenter My mother was a secretary They raised me up to be like them To find me a girl who I could marry In all these years I ain't found one A wife or kids I ain't got none I think about the wrong I've done And I know all I had is gone I know damn well what I'm doing I'm going down the road to ruin I fooled around and played with fire My altitude kept getting higher I'm going through an awful storm I know I'm bound to someplace warm Someday I'll go to that one place Where sinners pay for their mistakes Around and round the world has turned I played with fire and I got burned I know damn well what I'm doing I'm going down the road to ruin