This old man and me, we're at the bar and we, we're havin' us some beers and swappin' Talkin' politics, blond and red-haired chicks, old dogs and new tricks and habits we ain't kept We talked about God's grace and all the hell we graced Then I heard the old man say God is great and beer is good and people are crazy He said I fought two wars, been married and divorced What brings you to Fred Bow? He said danger, I know We talked an hour or two, about every girl we knew What hope we put him through, like two old boys will do We pondered life and death, he lit a cigarette Said these damn things will kill me again God is great and beer is good and people are crazy Lost cause to a whale, I said goodbye to him I never talked to him again Then one sunny day, I saw the old man's face Front page, obituary, he was a millionaire Left his fortune to some guy he barely knew His kids are mad as hell, but me, I'm doin' well And I dropped by to say thank you and good day And I left a six-pack right there on his grave I said God is great and beer is good and people are crazy God is great and beer is good and people are crazy God is great and beer is good and people are crazy People are crazy