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

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

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

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

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

G  D    G      G   D    G

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

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

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