Hell To Pay

Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it hoss

The tip jar didn't even cover the loss

From the gas to the motel much less'll get us home

My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song

You fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chili dog

I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from

Yeah 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid

They were singing all the words to my songs

We played five long sets and everybody there stayed

Fork it over, baby, we'll be gone

But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way

I'll introduce you to my .38

You better give me my money

Or there'll be hell to pay

You turned the shop back on and the power blue

I had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threw

I sang Free Bird acapella while you tried to get the breaker back on

And some chick was getting crazy in the bathroom stall

I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all

No, it ain't my fault, you got a wild ass honky-tonk

Yeah 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got stoned

They were yelling all the words to my songs

They were jerry-rigging lighters out of telephones

Still up and going when the kegs were gone

But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way

You can tell it to my .38

You better give me my money

Or there'll be hell to pay

Said my ears are still ringing 'cause my mic was hot

Head spinning from them Jagger shots

And I done told all y'all, I ain't goin' back to jail

But these here blisters on my fingers said the show straight rocked

And now they're gripping on the trigger and the hammer's cocked

If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will

Yeah 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid

They were singing all the words to my songs

We played five long sets and everybody there stayed

Fork it over, baby, we'll be gone

But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way

You'll be hearing from my .38

You better give me my money

Or there'll be hell to pay

Yeah, you better give me my money

Or there'll be hell to pay

There'll be hell to pay