Kitty Wells — The Pace That Kills

Too many parties and too much drinking Too many sweethearts too little thinking I love you darling I always will But honey you're devoted to the pace that kills What kind of future is there before you A wife and children would only bore you So till God call you to pay your bill Your restless heart must travel after pace that kills [ steel - fiddle ] You're traveling down brave with eyes wide open And I'm through pleadin' and tired of hopin' You're always searching for bigger thrill And honey I could never stand the pace that kills What kind of future is there before you