There ain't no beer on Sunday, hell, that's Atlanta law

Can't get no weed in the mornin', hell, 'cause no one's on call

So I bought me a gun and I took off my shoes

It's four in the mornin', I'm a bedridden, hell-bound, gone

I got another so-called friend, he be all tryin' to tell me what to do

Well, go on and shut up, just save your sermons for a fool

Well, I bought me a gun and I took off my shoes

It's four in the mornin', I'm a bedridden, hell-bound, gone

My blonde-haired woman buried me on Peachtree

Yeah, 'cause she's got that red dress

Up, she been hell-sent to save me

But I got me that gun and I'm gonna take off my shoes

It's four in the mornin', I'm a bedridden, hell-bound, gone

I got lost, got lost on the road

I got lost, please hear me, mama

Well, now piece by piece, I been a-broken and a-hell-bound, gone

Can't get no beer on Sunday, bedridden and hell-bound, gone