Six-Feet Under

I’m sitting at the bottom of a whisky bottle, my mind is racing, I’m on full throttle. Bartender can we have another round? You see my woman done up and left me, and lord my head is spinning around (all over town). Yeah I know I’m digging a hole and I’m already six feet underground. So Brother don’t you love no woman. She’ll treat you like dog in the street, she might take you home at night, but there’s a good chance you’ll get beat. See my woman done up and left me Lord she headed right out of town (wheels spinnin’ round)) and now my house just aint my home and Lord I’m tied to a tree like a dirty dirty dirty dog hound. Well, I’m sitting at the bottom of a whisky bottle my mind is racing, I’m on full throttle. Bartender can we have another round? ‘Cause if your true baby love leaves you she’ll bring you right on down to the ground (6 feet down) And you can meet me at the end of the bar, brother and buy a few more rounds to drink down.