Hell To Pay

Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it hoss
 The tip jar didn't even cover the loss
 From the gas to the motel much less get us home
 My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song
 You fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chilli-dog
 I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from
 'Cause everybody got drunk
 And everybody got laid
 They were singing all the words to my songs
 We played five long sets
 And everybody there stayed
 Fork it over baby we'll be gone
 But if you really want to try
 To jack my cash this way
 I'll introduce you to my .38
 You better give me my money
 Or there'll be hell to pay
 You turned the shop vac on and the power blew
 I had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threw
 I sang Free Bird acapella
 While you tried to get the breaker back on
 Some chick was getting crazy in the bathroom stall
 I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all
 Naw, it ain't my fault
 You gotta wild ass honkytonk
 'Cause everybody got drunk
 And everybody got stoned
 They were yelling all the words to my songs
 They were jerry-rigging lighters out of telephones
 Still up and going when the kegs were gone
 But if you really wanna try to jack my cash this way
 You can tell it to my .38
 You better give me my money
 Or there'll be hell to pay
 Said my ears are still ringin 'cause my mic was hot
 Head spinning from the Jagger shots
 And I done told y'all all, I ain't goin' back to jail
 But these here blisters on my fingers say the show straight rocked
 Now they're grippin' on the trigger and the hammer's cocked
 If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will
 'Cause everybody got drunk
 And everybody got laid
 They were yelling all the words to my songs
 We played five long sets
 And everybody there stayed
 Fork it over baby we'll be gone
 But if you really want to try
 To jack my cash this way
 You'll be hearing from my .38
 You better give me my money
 Or there'll be hell to pay
 Yeah, you better give me my money
 Or there'll be hell to pay
 There'll be hell to pay