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