Lyrics

A step forward, two steps back. Fifty cents is all I lack.
Buy a bottle of Thuinderbird. Baby, baby have you heard?
What's the word? Thunderbird.
What's the price? Sixty twice.
What's the taste? It don't taste right but it keeps me high every night.
I bet my money in Texas baby. I bet my money in Tennessee.
I bet my money in Georgia honey but the Jack o' Diamonds got the best of me.
They say that the drinkin's gonna kill me but the whiskey won't let me be.
They say that the drinkin's gonna kill me, that the whiskey's gonna bury me.
I'd rather be a poor old sinner than to be a lonesome fool.