Not everybody drinks whiskey
Not everybody drinks beer
Some people roll tight,
some people buck eye,
some volunteer
Some have babies,
some have none Some preach peace and some preach guns
They keepin' their Ford or Chevrolet trucks for ducks or deer
Not everybody votes red Not everybody votes blue
Some people smoke dope,
some people just smoke,
and some just chew
When I sit down with my six string and try
to write something that we can all sing
Half the time there's only one thing I know to do
Say excuse the hell out of me if I can't quit going on about
Another goodbye third rock heartbeat
Another someone six feet in the ground
The world can't shake hands on a whole lot
But there's a whole lot of granite laid in
the green And all I'm saying is we can't run from it
But the man that's running this music machine says switch it up
And I'm trying
there on my act because I got all these songs about dying
But it's the only thing that everybody does
Nobody knows
what's gonna take you down
All we know is passing on ain't a hill we
can go around
They say there ain't no money in them songs
But the guy that runs that funeral home's
got a big ol' house on a real nice side of
town
Say excuse the hell out of me if I can't quit
going on about Another goodbye third rock heartbeat
Another someone six feet in the ground
The world can't shake hands on a whole lot
But there's a whole lot of granite laid in the green
And all I'm saying is we can't run from it
But the man that's running this music machine
says switch it up And I'm trying
there on my act because I got
all these songs about dying But it's
the only thing that everybody does