Hello, you fellows and fellas
This is now the song I wrote
It's called Cobwebs and Cocaine
My poor old wife grabbed a shot box of lead
Ran a four-ten slug plum through her head
She said she'd rather be living in hell than with me instead
I can't find fault in that
'Cause these cobwebs and cocaine are the only things left in my brain
I'm shoveling coal on the midnight train
Headin' straight towards the depths of hell
My damned old dog done ran away
'Cause he didn't stand seein' me living life this way
He'll never come home, but that's okay
I can't find fault in that
'Cause these cobwebs and cocaine are the only things left in my brain
Well, I'm shoveling coal on the midnight train
Headin' straight towards the depths of hell
