Bring It On Up

Everybody's praying for the rains to come
 And the snow is gonna fall down on me
 Lost up in the desert with a gun in my hand
 And the locust gonna come to find me
 Started long ago in my paper cup saloon
 And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune
 We've just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
 I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
 Having me
 Time to get the wagon, and in the back of the car
 With the sheriff and me singing out of key
 Sooner then than later, I was up behind bars
 With that empty bowl laughing right at me
 Started long ago in my paper cup saloon
 And the back-room boys still carrying that same old tune
 Just one bottle left, standing on the shelf
 I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
 Having me
 I'd better bring it on up, I'd better bring it on up
 Having me