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[Intro]G D G D[Verse]GIt’s all going to potDWhether we like it or notThe best I can tell the worlds gone to hellGAnd we’re sure gonna miss it a lotAll the whiskey in Lynchburg, TennesseeCJust doesn’t hit the spotDI gotta hundred dollar bill, friendYou can keep your pillsGCause it’s all going to pot[Verse]GThat crackle-cobble-head-in-a-boxDMust think I’m dumb as a rockReadin’ the daily newsWhile I’m kickin’n off my shoesGIt’s scarin’ me outta my socks[Verse]GThe Red Headed Stranger I’m notDBut buddy, let me tell you whatI ya ask ol' Will, he'll tell ya here's the dealGFriends, it's all goin' to pot[Chorus]GWell, it’s all going to potDWhether we like it or notBest I can tellThe world’s gone to hellGAnd we’re all gonna miss it a lot[Verse]GAll the whiskey in Lynchburg, TennesseeCJust couldn't hit the spotDI gotta hundred dollar billYou can keep your pills, friendGIt’s all going to pot[Instrumental]G D G G D G[Verse]GWell I thought I had found me a girlDSweetest little thing in the worldBut all my jokes went up in smokeGWhen I caught her makin eyes at MerleHe said, sweet little honeyWith her eye on your moneyCShe's gonna take every penny you gotDI said she's never gonna get itCause I've already spent itGMerle, it's all goin' to pot[Chorus]GWell, it’s all going to potDWhether we like it or notBest I can tellThe world’s gone to hellGAnd we’re all gonna miss it a lot[Outro]GAll the whiskey in Lynchburg, TennesseeCJust couldn't hit the spotDI gotta hundred dollar billYou can keep your pills, friendGIt’s all going to potDI gotta hundred dollar billYou can keep your pills, friendGIt’s all going to potD G D G