I get whiskey bent and hell bound.

My daddy, he was somewhere between God and John Wayne.

The day Elvis passed away would be our national holiday, if the South would have won, we'd had it made.

Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace, Lord I know just how they feel.

They let dangerous men out of prison now, yes sir, I'm afraid it's so. Cause they're over crowded and it was only his fifth offense.

Some were beggars, some were kings, and some were masters of the arts. But in their shame they're all the same, these men with broken hearts.

I get whiskey bent and hell bound.