I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceiling I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healing And when it all goes to Hell, the only thing I believe in Is weed, whiskey and Willie You can take the ring You can take or leave my name You can have my heart It's broken anyway You can take my reputation And drag it through the mud Go on and abuse it But don't take my smoke My jug of brown liquor Or my country music I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceiling I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healing And when it all goes to Hell, the only thing I believe in Is weed, whiskey and Willie ♪ So turn the music up I'm gonna lock all the doors Turn off the lights and close every blind There ain't nobody home Pictures on the wall Are just about lost in a cloud of smoke My vices and heroes will hold me together While I'm letting you go I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceiling I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healing And when it all goes to Hell, the only thing I believe in Is weed, whiskey and Willie When I'm back on my feet, I'm gonna keep on repeating Weed, whiskey and Willie