It's All Going to Pot

Well, now it's all going to pot

Whether we like it or not

The 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 got a hundred dollar bill, friend

You keep your pills

'Cause it's all going to pot

That cackle-babble-head-in-a-box

Must think I'm dumb as a rock

Readin' me the news

While I'm kickin' off my shoes

And it's scarin' me outta my socks

That Red Headed Stranger I'm not

But buddy, let me tell you what

If you ask ol' Will, he'll say 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 got a 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, a sweet little honey

With her eye on your money

Is 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

The 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

Got a hundred dollar bill

You can keep your pills, friend

It's all going to pot

I got a hundred dollar bill

You can keep your pills, friend

'Cause it's all goin' to pot