[Intro]
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[Estrofa]
G 
It’s all going to pot 
                      D 
Whether we like it or not 
  
The best I can tell the worlds gone to hell 
                               G 
And we’re sure gonna miss it a lot 
  
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee 
                     C 
Just doesn’t hit the spot 
        D 
I gotta hundred dollar bill, friend 
  
You can keep your pills 
                        G 
Cause it’s all going to pot
[Estrofa]
G 
That crackle-cobble-head-in-a-box 
                         D 
Must think I’m dumb as a rock 
  
Readin’ the daily news 
  
While I’m kickin’n off my shoes 
                         G 
It’s scarin’ me outta my socks
[Estrofa]
G 
The Red Headed Stranger I’m not 
                           D 
But buddy, let me tell you what 
  
I ya ask ol' Will, he'll tell ya here's the deal 
                           G 
Friends, it's all goin' to pot
[Estribillo]
G 
Well, it’s all going to pot 
                       D 
Whether we like it or not 
  
Best I can tell 
  
The world’s gone to hell 
                              G 
And we’re all gonna miss it a lot
[Estrofa]
G 
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee 
                      C 
Just couldn't hit the spot 
        D 
I gotta hundred dollar bill 
  
You can keep your pills, friend 
                  G 
It’s all going to pot
[Instrumental]
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[Estrofa]
G 
Well I thought I had found me a girl 
                             D 
Sweetest little thing in the world 
  
But all my jokes went up in smoke 
                                G 
When I caught her makin eyes at Merle 
  
He said, sweet little honey 
  
With her eye on your money 
                                 C 
She's gonna take every penny you got 
             D 
I said she's never gonna get it 
  
Cause I've already spent it 
                         G 
Merle, it's all goin' to pot
[Estribillo]
G 
Well, it’s all going to pot 
                      D 
Whether we like it or not 
  
Best I can tell 
  
The world’s gone to hell 
                              G 
And we’re all gonna miss it a lot
[Outro]
G 
All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee 
                      C 
Just couldn't hit the spot 
        D 
I gotta hundred dollar bill 
  
You can keep your pills, friend 
                  G 
It’s all going to pot 
        D 
I gotta hundred dollar bill 
  
You can keep your pills, friend 
                  G 
It’s all going to pot  
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