Gone to Hell in a Basket

(Tom T. Hall)



I fished the everglades for a while

Lookin' through the darkness at those alligators' eyes

Three days in the sun boys ah it made me well

But back in Nashville they're just a givin' me hell.



Singing (he's gone to hell in a basket)

One of those hand woven caskets

You got a deep question, please don't ask it

But I've gone to hell in a basket.



Them airboat boys have got their nerve

Right now they're eatin' all of 'em terrible preserves

Singing my new song for a sixpack of beer

Back in Music City this is all you can hear.



(He's gone to hell in a basket

One of those hand woven caskets

You got a deep question, please don't ask it

But I've gone to hell in a basket.



Okefanokee ain't so much

They say the grass ain't so tough

These sawgrass neighbors know what life's all about

Meanwhile back in Nashville they're still wearin' me out.



With (he's gone to hell in a basket

One of those hand woven caskets

You got a deep question, please don't ask it

But I've gone to hell in a basket.



What you say (he's gone to hell in a basket

One of those hand woven caskets

You got a deep question, please don't ask it

But I've gone to hell in a basket.



Yeah, I know he's gone to hell in a basket

One of those hand woven caskets

You got a deep question, please don't ask it

But I've gone to hell in a basket...