Everybody's praying for the rains to come   And the snow is gonna fall, down on me   Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand   And the locust gonna come to find me.      Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon   And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune   We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf   I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up      Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car   With the sherriff and me, singing out of key   Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars   With that empty bowl laughing right at me      Started long ago, in my paper cup saloon   And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune   Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf   I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up