Been up for twenty days now There's thirst dripping off my soul So many empty bottles They've helped me down this road Bought myself a cowboy shirt From a store in Charlottesville And a song from a girl Who needed the dollar bill.
Now the only thing a man needs Is a woman to hold him close Dress up in brocade and trim And write him lover's notes There's not so much a man can do But at least he can carry a gun Stand up straight and right and true And do a job well done.
Liquor, guns and ammo They made a man of me I've been this way Since I began to breathe. Liquor, guns and ammo They mean so much to me I've been this way Since I began to see.
Headed into Atlanta On Interstate 85 Feelin' sick and dirty More dead than alive Got into a fight Outside the pizza house Kicked in a window And how I wish it'd been Spider's mouth.
Well, they say a man can carry a gun But that don't mean he's got to kill I got myself so sluiced that night That I was ready for the wheel. Liquor, guns and ammo Gonna be the death of me Heading down to Peanuts' bar In Oconee County.
Liquor, guns and ammo They're all I'll ever need Found you in a store On the dark side of misery.
Me and Bobby Bones We went strolling round the South I never met anyone quite like you Until you kissed my mouth.
Liquor, guns and ammo Be the death of me I've been this way now Since nineteen-fifty-three.
Liquor, guns and ammo They made a man of me Now all that's left Is a faded mockery.
So, if you see me now Down on Clayton Street Know that for me Life ain't quite complete Unless I've got a woman Hanging by my side I'm going down to the Winchester House To find myself a bride.
Liquor, guns and ammo Be the death of me I've been this way now Since nineteen-fifty-three.
Liquor, guns and ammo They made a man of me But now all that's left Is a faded mockery.