The Real Country

[Verse 1]
With all that you have, the one thing you touch turns to gold
You've got no chance for a lighter load
And nobody could with all of them things that you know
You're low-down no-good, [you're dying, oh/you'll die in a hole?]

[Chorus 1]
Gonna sleep on Sunday
Wipe the weekend away one more time
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that whiskey and rye

[Verse 2]
The one thing I've found [worth havin' around?] lettin' go
Is a glass in my hand with no drink to pour
Had I been renowned for all of the lovin' I [fake?]
I'd be creepin' out, you're still wide awake

[Chorus 2]
Now I spend my money
Downtown on women and sin
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that railroad gin

[Verse 3]
Now I'm alone
Kicking these [?] out the window
I'm singing through the radio
[Chorus 1]
Gonna sleep on Sunday
Wipe the weekend away one more time
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that whiskey and rye

[Chorus 2]
Now I spend my money
Downtown on women and sin
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that railroad gin