It's all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
The best I can tell the worlds gone to hell
And we're sure gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just doesn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill, friend
You can keep your pills
Cause it's all going to pot
That crackle-cobble-head-in-a-box
Must think I'm dumb as a rock
Readin' the daily news
It's scarin' me outta my socks
The Red Headed Stranger I'm not
But buddy, let me tell you what
I ya ask ol' Will, he'll tell ya here's the deal
Friends, it's all goin' to pot
Well, it's all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
And we're all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
It's all going to pot
Well I thought I had found me a girl
Sweetest little thing in the world
But all my jokes went up in smoke
When I caught her makin eyes at Merle
He said, sweet little honey
She's gonna take every penny you got
I said she's never gonna get it
Cause I've already spent it
Merle, it's all goin' to pot
Well, it's all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
And we're all gonna miss it a lot
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
It's all going to pot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
It's all going to pot
