I can't really say why everyone loves Bob Wills' music, but I have yet to meet a person who didn't like it.

Stop rolling down hill like a snow ball headed for hell.

Momma tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied, and that leaves only me to blame, cause Momma tried.

The one true friend I thought I'd found, tonight the bottle let me down.

The guitar's not all that expensive either, when you compare it to gettin' a toothpulled or something.

The turn I made was not the one I planned. And I watched my social standing slip away from me, while I watched the bottle slowly take command.

Staring at the world through the bottom of a glass, all I see is a man who's fading fast.