Well, 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 Is just couldn't hit the spot I gotta hundred dollar bill, friend You can 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' 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 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 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 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 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 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