I've woken up in a gutter    I've woken up in a bed   I've woken up in the county jail   let me tell you you're better off dead   if you knew, do do do do you now   100 miles an hour all through the night, yo officer I'm being polite      Livin in Reno, staying in a cheap motel   Got in a fistfight there with a man from louisville   and I let him win, yea yea yea let him win   He stunk more than a pound of swiss, all showin off for his little miss      I bought a pound of grass from a reknowned Sioux   He aint seen the TV since 1892   and that's the truth, do do do do you dig   better tell him what you want he hates the white man but money talks uh huh      I met a woman outside of LA   I ordered whiskey she ordered fillet   and I paid, do do do do you love me   kissin with bourbon lips the more you drink the more you piss and miss      Devil comes over the radio   says my days are numbered, got 3 to go   and I know that lying son-of-a-bitch   wants me to get my kicks so my soul is his   Still gonna do whatever till the day I die   Which might be tomorrow, could be tonight   oh baby when I say that my love is gone   it don't mean I don't wanna play you a song, but..      *..x3 minusing a day each time and speeding up..*      Devil comes over the radio   says my days are up, its time to go   and I know that dirty son-of-a-bitch   is here to take me away from this...