My dad had a friends low down to the End everything he did it came out wrong. No matter how hard he tried never cheated he Never lied, had a shotgun in his hands the far he died Everybody's got their own way, Tomorrow's another day make if it went You will as your climbing up that hill. Always be prepared to pay. Hay. Hay I knew a man guitar in his hands Taught me things I thought I'd never known. Yeah but the pills and the crystal meth, Too him to h is death, all he ever wanted was a song. Everybody's got their own way, Tomorrow's another day make if it went You will as your climbing up that hill. Always be prepared to pay. Hay. Hay Hey don't forget where your from stick too Your guns always be good to your fellow man. You got to bow your head, every single day. Life don't always turn out like you planned... Everybody's got their own way, Tomorrow's another day make if it went You will as your climbing up that hill. Always be prepared to pay. Hay. Hay Always be prepared to pay