I'll Never Get Out Of This World Alive - Hank Williams Jr., Hank Williams III, Hank Williams

Now you’re looking at a man that’s getting kind-a mad

I had lot’s of luck but it’s all been bad

No matter how I struggle and strive

I’ll never get out of this world alive

My fishing pole’s broke the creek is full of sand

My woman run away with another man

A distant uncle passed away and left me quite a batch

And I was living high until that fatal day

A lawyer proved I wasn’t born

I was only hatched

Everything’s again me and it’s got me down

If I jumped in the river I would probably drown

These shabby shoes I’m wearing all the time

Are full of holes and nails

And brother if I stepped on a worn out dime

I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails

I’m not going to worry wrinkles in my brow

Cause nothings ever going to be alright nohow

I could buy a Sunday suit and it would leave me broke

If it had two pair of pants I would burn the coat

If it was raining gold I wouldn’t stand a chance

I wouldn’t have a pocket in my patched up pants