Cobwebs and Cocaine

Well, 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 livin' in Hell than with me instead

And I can't find fault in that

'Cause these cobwebs and cocaine

Are the only things left in my brain

I'm shovelin' coal on the midnight train

Headin' straight towards the depths of Hell

Well, my damn old dog done ran away

Couldn't stand seein' me livin' 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

I'm shovelin' coal on the midnight train

Headin' straight towards the depths of Hell

Oh, Lord, won't you save my soul?