Well, now it's all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
The best I can tell
The world's gone to hell
And we're sure gonna miss it a lot

All of the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I got a hundred dollar bill, friend
You keep your pills
'Cause it's all going to pot

That cackle-babble-head-in-a-box
Must think I'm dumb as a rock
Readin' me the news
While I'm kickin' off my shoes
And it's scarin' me outta my socks

That Red Headed Stranger I'm not
But buddy, let me tell you what
If you ask ol' Will, he'll say here's the deal
Friends, it's all goin' to pot

Well, it's all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
Best I can tell
The world's gone to hell
And we're all gonna miss it a lot

All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
I got a hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
It's all goin' to pot

Well, I thought I had found me a girl
Sweetest little thing in the world
But all my jokes went up in smoke
When I caught her makin' eyes at Merle

He said, a sweet little honey
With her eye on your money
Is gonna take every penny you got
I said she's never gonna get it
'Cause I've already spent it
Merle, it's all goin' to pot

It's all going to pot
Whether we like it or not
The best I can tell
The world's gone to hell
And we're all gonna miss it a lot

All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee
Just couldn't hit the spot
Got a hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
It's all going to pot
I got a hundred dollar bill
You can keep your pills, friend
'Cause it's all goin' to pot

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Writer(s): Buddy Cannon, Jamey Johnson, Larry Shell