Everybody's praying for the rains to come And the snow is gonna fall, down on me Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand And the locust gonna come to find me.
Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car With the sherriff and me, singing out of key Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars With that empty bowl laughing right at me
Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
