Drop In The Bucket

I climbed up to the top of Lookout Mountain

After rolling out of my grave

The night before they'd mopped the floor with me

If I made a little money, well I must've give it all away

So, I walked into comfort station to assess my situation

And I asked Mr. Johnny if he'd seen my girl around

And Johnny said, "The night before, she'd washed her hands off me"

Paid off my tab and she headed on out of town

So I thank you for the lift, oh I thank you for the ride

Well I'm going just as far as you'll allow

If I never again see the hills of Nashville, Tennessee

Well it's a drop in the bucket and I won't let it bring me down

Well I'm trying to keep my cool, but Johnny, you know well I ain't no fool

But that woman of mine, well she doesn't even own a car

And Johnny said, "The night before, she'd made a brand new friend"

And the last time he saw her, she was rolling in a stranger's arms

So I thank you for the lift, oh I thank you for the ride

Well I'm going just as far as you'll allow

If I never again see the hills of Nashville, Tennessee

Well it's a drop in the bucket and I won't let it bring me down

Oh, Mr. Johnny, tell me whatever happened to

My happy home up in the Georgia hills

Lord what a gamble, down to Nashville I did ramble

Now my head is a-pounding and I'm standing on shaky ground

So I thank you for the lift, oh I thank you for the ride

Well I'm going just as far as you'll allow

If I never again see the hills of Nashville, Tennessee

Well it's a drop in the bucket and I won't let it bring me down

If I never again see the hills of Nashville, Tennessee

Well it's a drop in the bucket and I won't let it bring me down

Oh, no, no

Well it's a drop in the bucket and I won't let it bring me down

Oh, no, no, no

Well it's a drop in the bucket and I won't let it bring me down