It's All Going to Pot

It's all going to pot
 Whether we like it or not
 As far as 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
 You can keep your pills, friend
 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
 It's scarin' me outta my socks
 The Red Headed Stranger I'm not
 But buddy, let me tell you what
 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 doesn't hit the spot
 I gotta hundred dollar bill
 You can keep your pills, friend
 Cause 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