Here’s my grandpa’s old Gibson
And a girl of no importance
shot of whiskey sitting on the bar
Yeah I used to give a [bad word]  I used to try real hard
But I’ll give in tonight, chances are
 [bad word] One foot on the narrow way
And one foot on the ledge
Sifting through the devil’s lies
From what the good book says
If I’m goin’ any where
I’ll probably go too far
Probably away from you
Chances are, chances are

There’s a lonely corner waiting
To seats left for playing
I’ll tell her everything she wants to hear

I’m not worse love this making
I’m better at the breakin’
guy like me knows how to disappear
 [bad word] One foot on the narrow way , and one foot on the ledge
Sifting through the devil’s lies, from what the good book says
If I’m goin’ any where
I’ll probably go too far
Probably away from you
Chances are, chances are

Hold me like I mean it
Say ’til you believe it
And we’ll see if we can fill an empty heart
But I won’t tell you what the chances are
 [bad word] One foot on the narrow way , and one foot on the ledge
Sifting through the devil’s lies, from what the good book says
If I’m goin’ any where
I’ll probably go too far
Probably away from you
Chances are, chances are