It's all going 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 the whiskey in Lynchburg Tennessee
Just doesn't hit the spot
I gotta hundred dollar bill
Friend you keep your pills
Cause it's all going to pot
That cackle-bobble-head-in-a-box
Must think I'm dumb as a rock
Readin' the daily news
While I'm kickin' off my shoes
And it's scarin' me outta my socks
The Red Headed Stranger I'm not
But buddy let me tell you what
And he ask ol' will he'll 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
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 gotta hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills friend
It's all goin' 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 making eyes at Merle
He said sweet little honey
With her eye on your money
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
It's all going 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 the whiskey in Lynchburg Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
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
Cause it's all goin' to pot
