Woke up in the mornin feelin mighty fine 
Got two finger whisky and a bottle of rye 
Head swimmin silent workin to town 
The job that pays is the one i found 
Kick the job jump to the bar 
Got tabs across town but i'm goin far 
Find a place they don't know me yet 
Leave no [bad word] with lost profit 

Forget your immortal soul 
You gotta drink to the devil down below 

Got derringer sitting right by my side 
My eyes set straight on my liquid bride 
People [bad word] and people always go 
The drink never left me out there alone 
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Bartender says it's time to pay 
Derringer speaks and [bad word] away 
Scramblin through brambles in deep dark night 
Hidden from the haze of their flashlights 

Forget your immortal soul 
You gotta drink to the devil down below 
To live and drink another day 
You [bad word] run 

Laying in cold wet mud n clay 
Their torches gone to wait for day 
Sip my flask and carry on 
f**k the town that i came from! 

Forget your immortal soul 
You gotta drink to the devil down below