Straight to Hell

Satan is real working in spirit. You can see him an' hear him every day. Satan is real working with power, He can tempt you an' lead you astray. (Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......) Well, my worn out boots are takin' me down town, An' I'm lookin' for trouble an' I wanna get loud. Serve me up a drink an' I'll shoot it right down, An' I'll jump up on the bar an' holler: "One more round." I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.) Ain't nothin' slowin' me down. An' I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.) So you just better get me one more round. Well, back in the day with my Uncle Jim, He kept a lotta moonshine out in the shed. Taught me how to drink, how to be real proud, Of my hillbilly ways an' my outlaw style. I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.) Ain't nothin' slowin' me down. I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.) So you just better get me one more round. Instrumental Break. Well, I'm bracin' these back roads tryin' to save my life, 'Cause the Sheriff wants to kill me 'cause I fucked his wife. I was on the run with a gun in my hand, 'Cause I liked a good time an' a one-night stand. I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.) Ain't nothin' slowin' me down. I'm goin' straight to hell, (Hell, hell.) So you just better get me one more round. Hell, you just better get me one more round.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 11, 2025

I've been beat up bad, I've been kicked around I've been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town In this old town I guess they don't like the way we like to have our fun 'cause I'm always out there and I'm on the run and I'm runnin' and a gunnin' and a lookin' for a damn good time I've done so much trip they can't look me in the eye 'cause I'm always tryin' to find that umltimate high and I was hangin' out with my hero, his name is, uh, David Allan Coe Well I was messed up bad, and he was messed up right and me and him, well we almost got in a fight but we ended up at this bar on the side of that road I've been beat up bad, I've been kicked around I've been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town In this old town I guess they don't like the way we like to have our fun 'cause I'm always out there and I'm on the run and I'm runnin' and a gunnin' and a lookin' for a damn good time I've done so much trip they can't look me in the eye 'cause I'm always tryin' to find that ultimate high and I had me a hero, and his name was uh, George Jones Well I was runnin' real hard and he was runnin' real fast but we got caught up, up there at the pass and we ended up at this bar on the side of that road We've been beat up bad, we've been kicked around We've been thrown out of every damn bar in this old town In this old town I guess they don't like the way we like to have our fun 'cause I'm always out there and I'm on the run and I'm runnin' and a gunnin' and a lookin' for a damn good time

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Well you never took my heart, When I tried hard to give it to you. And I know you can't be true, 'Cause you wanna be roamin' free. (Free.) Now I'm lookin' straight at you, An' see you with another man. So I take the shot of whiskey, So I don't have no regrets. Well, I've fallen drunk again: I guess she must have got to me. I don't need little little woman, Getting upper hand on me. Now I'm lost an' now I'm broke, An' now I ain't got nothin' to lose. But I still here an' think about, The things we used to do. --- Walkin' through the crowwded streets, I don't see no-one carin' for me. That's all right, I don't need anyone, Except myself, you see. 'Cause now I'm stronger an' I'm smarter, An' I'm not like I used to be. But I still sit here an' think about, The things you did to me. Yeah, I still sit here an' think about, The things you did to me.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Well, oh what a feeling that burns down low when you ain't got no where to turn, or no where to go It makes me feel like sometimes I'm outta control So I'm gonna get wasted with all my country heroes I'm drinkin' some George Jones, and a little bit of Coe Haggard's easin' my misery and Waylon's keepin' me from home Hank's givin' me those high times - Cash is gonna sing it low I'm here gettin' wasted - just like my country heroes I'm drinkin' that whiskey out of that glass and if that ain't country, boy, you can kiss my ass I wanna hear them old songs - nothin' of the new 'cause this might be the last time I'm gonna see you So I'm drinkin' some George Jones, and a little bit of Coe Haggard's easin' my misery and Waylon's keepin' me from home Hanks givin' me those high times - Cash is gonna sing it low and I'm here gettin' wasted - just like my country heroes I'm here gettin' wasted - with all my country heroes

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Way down in West Virginia, There are some people who are one of a kind. They don't need nothin' from nobody, 'Cause they're already doin' fine. You got Hasil Adkins hunchin', An' Mamie's raisin' hell. The legend of D Ray White, Will never die like a rebel yell. An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes. Yeah, ol' Hasil's still hunchin' out them Boone County blues. (Boone County blues.) An' ol' Mamie, you know she's done some time in jail. The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell. --- Birty Mae White, she's the strongest woman, That I've ever met in my life. She raised over twenty-four of her own, An' had to watch her husband dyin'. She's always fightin' hard, An' livin' off the land. When she's done livin' in this world, You know, the Lord's gonna take her by her hand. An' ol' Jesco's dancin' in his Daddy's shoes. Yeah, ol' Hasil's still hunchin' out them Boone County blues. (Boone County blues.) An' Mamie, you know she's still raisin' hell. The legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell. Yeah, the legend of D Ray White will never die like a rebel yell.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Lowdown, once again Well I'm strugglin' now To get by, my friend It's keepin' me up Late at night I can't settle down My honky tonk life Driftin' 'round 'bout half past four With the blues on my back And a bottle on the floor Drinkin' until I think I'm gonna fall down 'Cause my sweet little baby had to kick me lowdown And she told me, "It'll be OK, Things'll soon get better one day" But I don't see how Driftin' 'round 'bout half past four With the blues on my back And a bottle on the floor Drinkin' until I think I'm gonna fall down 'Cause my sweet little baby had to kick me lowdown And she told me, "It'll be OK, Things'll soon get better one day" But I don't see how 'Cause I'm too lowdown

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Well, I have got no money but I am doin' fine. I'm just a hillbilly hell-raiser; I'm tryin' to kill my time. An' I'm lookin' for that gal, about five foot ten. An' I'm gonna take her down that road of livin' a life of sin. Because I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun. I always carry round my loaded shotgun. If I think I'm gonna have a bad time, I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine. Well, I once had this gal: I thought she'd be my bride. But then she had to leave my ass for that other guy. An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun. I always carry round my loaded shotgun. If I think I'm gonna have a bad time, I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine. Well, I don't really care if you hate me, you see, 'Cause I'm just a country boy from the state of Tennessee. A little bit crazy, on the loudish side, 'Cause I like drink my whiskey an' I like to get high. An' now I'm drinkin', druggin': I'm havin' lots of fun. I always carry round my loaded shotgun. If I think I'm gonna have a bad time, I got a little bit of smoke an' a whole lotta wine.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025

She said she's gonna quit me, If I didn't quit the booze. So I just started drinkin' more, To see if she would really choose. And I have to hand it to that girl: She meant every breath. An' I'm glad she did, 'cause I was about, To drink myself to death. Because my drinkin' problem left today. She packed up all her things and walked away. Well, it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay, Because my drinkin' problem left today. --- Well, she said I had problems: Boy, was she ever right? To keep from goin' home to her, I'd stay out, drunk, all night. And I believe that woman left me, In the nick of time. If she'd a-stayed much longer, I'd have drinked up my last dime. Because my drinkin' problem left today. She packed up all her things and walked away. And it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay, Because my drinkin' problem left today. Yeah, it looks like off the bottle now is where I'm gonna stay, Because my drinkin' problem left today.

Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 11, 2025

Well, hello there folks, how the hell are you doin': It's good to be in your local bar again. So let's get loud, we'll get stoned an' get proud, Have a damn good time until the show's at an' end. Sometimes I'm wired an' sometimes, I'm tired, But I'm doin' the best that I can. So let's have a drink and a glum with Hank, An' may the outlaws rise again. Well I'm a son of a son: I've got a chip of what I've said an' done. Well, I remember watchin' ol' Waylon, When he was shootin' his shotgun. It's a certain kinda livin', It's a certain kinda style. Not everybody likes us, But we we drive some folks wild. -Instrumental Break- Well I think I'd rather eat the barrel, Of a double-barrel loaded shotgun, Than to hear that shit they call pop-country music, On ninety-eight-point-one. Just so you know, so it's it's set in stone, Kid Rock don't come from where I come from: Yeah, it's true, he's a Yank, he ain't no son of Hank: If you even thought so, god-damn, you're fucking dumb. So let's get real loud: Let's get stoned and proud. Pour me another shot of whiskey, An' this one's for the south. It's a certain kinda livin', It's a certain kinda style. Not everybody likes us, But we we drive some folks wild. Not everybody likes us, But we we drive some folks wild. Not everybody likes us, But we we drive some folks wild.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Yeah, I can feel it's time for me to be movin' on. And the reason I know is for us, the good times have gone. We keep gettin' further than closer, day by day. And if you ever need someone to help you, don't ever call my way. 'Cause Lord, I'm fallin' further, day by day. The devil's movin' in like he's gonna stay. I tried, my heart, to give her somethin' true. But when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you. --- My poor heart broke the day you said goodbye: I cried an' tried to drink myself nearly dry. Bein' alone is a pain that's hard to ..... When I'm lyin' here thinkin' of all the good times with you. And Lord, I'm fallin' further, day by day. The devil's movin' in like he's gonna stay. Oh, I tried, my heart, to give her somethin' true. But when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you. Yeah, when you're lovin' an angel of sin, she'll never be there for you.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

I got the Louisiana Stripes, and their always chainin' me down I'm in debt for 99 years for shootin’ my wife to the ground Well she had to love my friend, and that’s not right with me So I grabbed my gun, shot both in the head and then I threw their ass in the creek Now I'm doin’ my time, in this Louisiana Pen Thinkin’ about maybe bein’ free on the day that I'm a dead man --- Well it took some time getting’ used to, being locked in this prison cell But I always hum those tunes of George Jones to help me through my days of hell I've done me 25 years, and that’s alright with me ‘Cause I got me a lot of damn good friends in this Louisiana penitentiary Now I'm doin’ my time, in this Louisiana Pen Thinkin’ about maybe bein’ free on the day I'll be walkin’ to feel that fire of the Loui-si-an-a Pen-i-ten-tia-ry (Spanish) "At 2:59 AM" "This is Houston calling, we just wanted to say Hello, Hello, Hi *giggles* Alright goodnight bye"

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

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