It's all going to pot Whether we like it or not The best I can tell the worlds 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 can keep your pills Cause it's all going to pot That crackle-cobble-head-in-a-box Must think I'm dumb as a rock Readin' the daily news While I'm kickin'n off my shoes It's scarin' me outta my socks The Red Headed Stranger I'm not But buddy, let me tell you what I ya 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 going 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 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 going to pot I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend It's all going to pot