Well, I step my feet from those hollering vines Where the Sun don't show The Sun don't shine And I'll take all the blame, just a victim of the times I don't know just what you had in mind Down my flask, no, not for sympathy I ain't cleaning up my act So please don't tempt me I ain't had much in life, but drinks I've had plenty And it's just like my heart, that son of a bitch is empty And it's just like my heart, that son of a bitch is empty Oh oh, oh oh Woah oh oh oh And I've got my reasons for wandering around So if you find my body And I don't make a sound You dig a shallow hole on the outskirts of town Tell them all I left and then put me in the ground Take my gun, take the last of my change I don't need it where I'm going It's all been arranged That devil's waiting for me, list of sins that he's made My good fortunes run out and there's a tab that I can't pay My good fortunes run out and there's a tab that I can't pay My good fortunes run out and there's a tab that I can't pay The kiss you give so sweetly, I can feel you on my lips The warmth of bourbon whiskey Like the heat between your hips You're coursing through my veins You're the captain of this ship As you lay me down to rest What's left of my heart, it skips Well, imagine my face when you take off your disguise It's the devils clothes you wear And it should come as no surprise It's a jaded life I've made Now the well is running dry Just these old sorry bones left to soak in gin and rye Just these old sorry bones left to soak in gin and rye Just these old sorry bones left to soak in gin and rye Oh oh, oh oh Woah oh oh oh Oh oh, oh oh Woah oh oh oh