Rich boys, imported cars.
Drunken drive down to the wrong side of the tracks.
Lookin' for poor girls.
Lookin' for a way out.
No questions asked.
But you know, they're gonna find some trouble.
The kind of trouble they know nothin' about.
The kind of trouble that's been goin' down through the ages.
And the old man can't bail them out.
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!
Union boys, in corner bars.
They're not worried about no world affairs.
They're as happy as could be.
They got things, just the way they want 'em.
Their little lady's are at home, just watchin' their TV's.
But the records, on the jukebox will be changin'.
And all those world affairs are gonna come crashin' in.
They'll call home, but they won"t get no answer.
And things will never be, the same again. So...
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!
(instrumental)
This town"s too small, for big ideas.
"Red Knight" McNally barely gave us a dime.
Never claimed to be no paradise.
But man it's all we got.
Some of the lucky folks will go to greener pastures.
They loaded up the kids and they headed out west.
Lookin' for contentment, just tryin' to pay the rent.
I guess they know what"s best. In the mean time...
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!
Drunken drive down to the wrong side of the tracks.
Lookin' for poor girls.
Lookin' for a way out.
No questions asked.
But you know, they're gonna find some trouble.
The kind of trouble they know nothin' about.
The kind of trouble that's been goin' down through the ages.
And the old man can't bail them out.
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!
Union boys, in corner bars.
They're not worried about no world affairs.
They're as happy as could be.
They got things, just the way they want 'em.
Their little lady's are at home, just watchin' their TV's.
But the records, on the jukebox will be changin'.
And all those world affairs are gonna come crashin' in.
They'll call home, but they won"t get no answer.
And things will never be, the same again. So...
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!
(instrumental)
This town"s too small, for big ideas.
"Red Knight" McNally barely gave us a dime.
Never claimed to be no paradise.
But man it's all we got.
Some of the lucky folks will go to greener pastures.
They loaded up the kids and they headed out west.
Lookin' for contentment, just tryin' to pay the rent.
I guess they know what"s best. In the mean time...
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!
Lotta whiskey burnin', lots of people cryin'.
Lotta bad luck comin' back around.
Lotta whiskey burnin', nobody's tryin'.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down.
Lotta whiskey burnin' this town down!