It's All Going 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 sure gonna miss it a lot

All of the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee

Just couldn'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' me the news

While I'm kickin' off my shoes

It's scarin' me outta my socks

The Red Headed Stranger I'm not

But buddy, let me tell you what

If you 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

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 makin 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

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

Cause it’s all goin' to pot