From both sides of the track Out here in Nashville, Tennessee They ain't rolling out red carpets For a sinning man like me But if they did I'd probably walk 'em Through them pearly gates of Hell I'd meet the devil at the crossroads Shake his hand and wish him well
And there's smoke on the water Yeah there's fire on the sun If this river ain't made of whiskey Then there ain't no bullets in this smokin' gun
Load it up
I've always been a prayin' man And I'll be one 'til I'm gone But there ain't a prayer that strong enough To right me from my wrongs So I'll just sit here and I'll raise a glass To the men I could have been And thank the good Lord up above ah that I ain't none of them
And there's smoke on the water Yeah there's fire on the sun If this river ain't made of whiskey Then there ain't no bullets in this smokin' gun
And there's smoke on the water Yeah there's fire on the sun If this river ain't made of whiskey Then there ain't no bullets in this smokin' Call my bluff and I'm still hoping Ain't no bullets in this smokin' gun