He thought he had it worked out
Boy was he wrong
He thought he had a master plan
Heart etched in stone
Knelt stuck at the red line
With nowhere to run
What you gonna do now boy
At the end of the gun?
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him down
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him down
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him down
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him that poor bastard in the
Poor bastard in the ground
(Two, Three, Four)
He thought he had it worked out
Boy was he wrong
He thought he had a master plan
Heart etched in stone
Knelt stuck at the red line
With nowhere to run
What you gonna do now boy
At the end of the gun?
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him down
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him down
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him down
Drinking whiskey's gonna lay him that poor bastard in the
Poor bastard in the ground