My dad, he had a friend, lowdown till the end   Everything he did, it came out wrong   No matter how hard he tried   He never cheated, he never lied   Had a shotgun in his hand when he died      Chorus   Everybody's got their own way, tomorrow's another day   Make of it what you will, as you're climbing up that hill   Always be prepared to pay      I know a man, a guitar in his hand   Taught me things I never thought I'd know   But the pills and the crystal meth took him to his death   All he ever wanted was a song and a sing along      Second Chorus   Everybody's got their way, tomorrow's another day   Make of it what you will, don't forget to get your thrills   Always be prepared to pay      Don't forget where you're from, stick to your guns   Always be good to your fellow man   Bow your head and pray, every single day   Life don't always turn out like you plan      Repeat first chorus