Well now, it’s all goin’ to pot, whether we like it or not.
Best I can tell, the world’s gone to hell and we’re sure gonna miss it
A lot.
All of the whiskey in Lynchburg Tennessee just couldn’t hit the spot,
I got a hundred dollar bill, friend keep your pills,
Cause it’s all goin’ to pot.
That jackal babble head in the box, must think I’m dumb as a rock,
Reading’ me the news while I’m kickin’ off my shoes,
And he’s scarin’ me outta my socks.
That redheaded stranger I’m not, but buddy lemme tell ya what,
If ya ask ol’ Will he’ll say Here’s the deal, It’s all goin to pot.
Well now, it’s all goin’ to pot, a whether we like it or not.
Best I can tell, the world’s gone to hell and we’re all gonna miss it a
Lot.
All the whiskey in Lynchburg Tennessee just couldn’t hit the spot,
I got a hundred dollar bill, you can keep your pills,
Friend it’s all goin’ to pot.
(Guitar Solo)
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.
Said a sweet little honey with her eye on yo’ money, is gonna take every
Penny you got.
She never gonna get it cause I already spent it, It’s all goin’ to pot.
Well now, it’s all goin’ to pot, whether we like it or not.
Best I can tell, the world’s gone to hell and we’re all gonna miss it a
Lot.
All of the whiskey in Lynchburg Tennessee just couldn’t hit the spot,
I got a hundred dollar bill, you can keep your pills,
Friend it’s all goin’ to pot.