It's All Going to Pot
Well, it’s all going to potWhether we like it or notBest I can tellThe world’s gone to hellAnd we’re sure gonna miss it a lot
All of the whiskey in Lynchburg, TennesseeJust couldn't hit the spotI gotta hundred dollar bill, friendYou keep your pillsCause it’s all going to pot
That cackle-bobble-head-in-a-boxMust think I'm dumb as a rockReadin' me the newsWhile I'm kickin' off my shoesIt's scarin' me outta my socks
The Red Headed Stranger I'm notBut buddy, let me tell you whatIf you ask ol' WillHe'll tell ya here's the dealFriends, it's all goin' to pot
Well, it’s all going to potWhether we like it or notBest I can tellThe world’s gone to hellAnd we’re all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, TennesseeJust couldn't hit the spotI gotta hundred dollar billYou can keep your pills, friendit’s all goin' to pot
Well I thought I had found me a girlSweetest little thing in the worldBut all my jokes went up in smokeWhen I caught her makin eyes at Merle
He said, sweet little honeyWith her eye on your moneyShe's gonna take every penny you gotI said she's never gonna get itCause I've already spent itMerle, It's all goin' to pot
It’s all going to potWhether we like it or notBest I can tellThe world’s gone to hellAnd we’re all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, TennesseeJust couldn't hit the spotI gotta hundred dollar billYou can keep your pills, friendIt’s all going to pot
I gotta hundred dollar billYou can keep your pills, friendCause it’s all goin' to pot