"The Old Guys" lyrics

God forbid you go before I do
That'd be the start of the hell that I'd go through
I'd be three sheets deep in Boston
Maybe lost in Baton Rouge
God forbid you go before I do

I'd be The Possum in the ground
I'd be Whitley on the brown
He stopped loving her today
I'm no stranger to the rain
I'd be Merle locked in San Quentin
I'd have a real damn hard time quittin'
I'd have no reason and no why
I'd be lonely as the crow flies
I'd be a goner on a stool
With a jukebox and a few of the old guys

Next to some broke heart out getting drunk
I'd tell him 'bout the girl I got to love
And how I'd never find another
And I sure wouldn't want to
God forbid you go a single day before I do

I'd be The Possum in the ground
I'd be Whitley on the brown
He stopped loving her today
I'm no stranger to the rain
I'd be Merle locked in San Quentin
I'd have a real damn hard time quittin'
I'd have no reason and no why
I'd be lonely as the crow flies
I'd be a goner on a stool
With a jukebox and a few of the old guys

I'd be a long slide on a steel guitar
Another long night in another bar

I'd be The Possum in the ground
I'd be Whitley on the brown
He stopped loving her today
I'm no stranger to the rain
I'd be Merle locked in San Quentin
I'd have a real damn hard time quittin'
I'd have no reason and no why
I'd be lonely as the crow flies
I'd be a goner on a stool
With a jukebox and a few of the old guys

God forbid you go before I do