Gone To Hell In A Basket — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

I fished the everglades for a while
Lookin` through the darkness at those alligators` eyes
Three days in the sun boys ah it made me well
But back in Nashville they`re just a givin` me hell
Singing (he`s gone to hell in a basket) one of those hand woven caskets
You got a deep question please don`t ask it but I`ve gone to hell in a basket

Them airboat boys have got their nerve
Right now they`re eatin` all of `em terrible preserves
Singing my new song for a sixpack of beer back in Music City this is all you can hear
(He`s gone to hell in a basket...

Okefanokee ain`t so much they say the grass ain`t so tough
These sawgrass neighbors know what life`s all about
Meanwhile back in Nashville they`re still wearin` me out
With (he`s gone to hell in a basket...
What you say (he`s gone to hell in a basket...
Yeah I know he`s gone to hell in a basket...