Been up for twenty days now
There's thirst dripping off my soul
So many empty bottles
Oh, they've helped me down this road.
I bought myself a cowboy shirt
From a store in Charlottesville
And a song from a girl
Who needed the dollar bill.

Now the only thing a man needs
Is a woman to hold him close
Dress up in brocade and trim
And write him lover's notes
There's not so much a man can do
But at least he can carry a gun
Stand up straight and right and true
And do a job well done.

Oh, liquor, guns and ammo
They made a man of me
I've been this way now
Since I began to breathe.

Liquor, guns and ammo
They mean so much to me
I found you in a store
On the dark side of the street.

Headed into Atlanta
On Interstate 85
Feeling sick and dirty
More dead than alive
Got into a fight
Outside the pizza house
Kicked in a window
How I wished it'd been Spider's mouth.

Well they say a man can carry a gun
But that don't mean he's got to kill
I got myself so sluiced that night
That I was ready for the wheel.

Oh, liquor, guns and ammo
Gonna be the death of me
Going down to Peanut's
In Oconee County.

Liquor, guns and ammo
They're all I'll ever need
I found you in a store
On the dark side of misery.

Oh, me and Bobby Bones
We went strolling through the South
I never met anyone quite like you
Until you kissed my mouth.

Liquor, guns and ammo
Be the death of me
I've been this way, now
Since 1953.

Liquor, guns and ammo
They made a man of me
Now all that's left
Is a faded mockery.

So if you see me now
Down on Clayton Street
Know that for me
Life ain't quite complete
Unless I've got a woman
Hanging by my side
I'm going down to the Winchester House
To find myself a bride.

Oh, liquor, guns and ammo
Be the death of me
I've been this way, now
Since 1953.

Oh, liquor, guns and ammo
They made a man of me
Now all that's left
Is a faded mockery.