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're keeping 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
So 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
So 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 ass 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 old house on the real nice side
of town
So 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 ass because I got all these songs
about dying But it's the only thing that everybody does