News came down this morning
They'd said he'd lost his mind
Mad as a hatter and he's drinking himself blind
Drinking himself blind, oh Lord, drinking himself blind
Mad as a hatter and he's drinking himself blind
I'm going down to Asheville
My heart's in Caroline
Going to wipe old lightshow with trouble on my mind
Trouble on my mind, oh Lord, trouble on my mind
Going to wipe old lightshow with trouble on my mind
So come around now darling
Come and stand by me
When I grow short
Tomorrow I must leave
A broken home ain't no place to live
A broken heart ain't nothing to give
Whistling through the wind and snow
Whistling through the pines
I hope it breaks her heart to know he's on his way to die
On his way to die, oh Lord, on his way to die
Hope it breaks your heart to know he's on his way to die
He's drinking good corn whiskey to pass the time of day
Looking down his gun saying today will be the day
Today will the day, oh Lord, today will be the day
Looking down his gun saying today will be the day
Woke up in the morning all laid out on the floor
Pockets lined with silver and the police at his door
Police at his door, oh Lord, police at his door
Woke up in the morning with the police at his door
So come around now darling
Come and stand by me
When I grow short
Tomorrow I must leave
A broken home ain't no place to live
A broken heart ain't nothing to give
Whistling through the wind and snow
Whistling through the pines
Hope it breaks her heart to know he's on his way to die
On his way to die, oh Lord, on his way to die
Hope it breaks your heart to know he's on his way to die