Guitars, whiskey, guns and knives*
Three's a crowd and one more's a fight
Four good ways to wreck your life
Guitars, whiskey, guns and a knives
Before I got this Martin box
Before I got my guns in hock
Every night was on the rocks
Before I got this Martin box
A shot of brown and a glass of ice
Will loosen up your fingers nice
Songs that give the girls a thrill
Son that's the kind that'll get you killed