2 acessos
G It's all going to pot D Whether we like it or not The best I can tell the worlds gone to hell G And we're sure gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee C Just doesn't hit the spot D I gotta hundred dollar bill, friend You can keep your pills G Cause it's all going to pot G That crackle-cobble-head-in-a-box D Must think I'm dumb as a rock Readin' the daily news While I'm kickin'n off my shoes G It's scarin' me outta my socks G The Red Headed Stranger I'm not D But buddy, let me tell you what I ya ask ol' Will, he'll tell ya here's the deal G Friends, it's all goin' to pot G Well, it's all going to pot D Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world's gone to hell G And we're all gonna miss it a lot G All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee C Just couldn't hit the spot D I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend G It's all going to pot G D G G D G G Well I thought I had found me a girl D Sweetest little thing in the world But all my jokes went up in smoke G When I caught her makin eyes at Merle He said, sweet little honey With her eye on your money C She's gonna take every penny you got D I said she's never gonna get it Cause I've already spent it G Merle, it's all goin' to pot G Well, it's all going to pot D Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world's gone to hell G And we're all gonna miss it a lot G All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee C Just couldn't hit the spot D I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend G It's all going to pot D I gotta hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend G It's all going to pot