Well, I step my feet from those hollering vines
Where the Sun don't show
The Sun don't shine
And I'll take all the blame, just a victim of the times
I don't know just what you had in mind

Down my flask, no, not for sympathy
I ain't cleaning up my act
So please don't tempt me
I ain't had much in life, but drinks I've had plenty
And it's just like my heart, that son of a bitch is empty
And it's just like my heart, that son of a bitch is empty

Oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh oh oh

And I've got my reasons for wandering around
So if you find my body
And I don't make a sound
You dig a shallow hole on the outskirts of town
Tell them all I left and then put me in the ground

Take my gun, take the last of my change
I don't need it where I'm going
It's all been arranged
That devil's waiting for me, list of sins that he's made
My good fortunes run out and there's a tab that I can't pay
My good fortunes run out and there's a tab that I can't pay
My good fortunes run out and there's a tab that I can't pay

The kiss you give so sweetly, I can feel you on my lips
The warmth of bourbon whiskey
Like the heat between your hips
You're coursing through my veins
You're the captain of this ship
As you lay me down to rest
What's left of my heart, it skips

Well, imagine my face when you take off your disguise
It's the devils clothes you wear
And it should come as no surprise
It's a jaded life I've made
Now the well is running dry
Just these old sorry bones left to soak in gin and rye
Just these old sorry bones left to soak in gin and rye
Just these old sorry bones left to soak in gin and rye

Oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Woah oh oh oh