I know a man named John Daniel and I met old Jim Beam and many a time I've seen that Old Crow flapping his wings. I ain't walked straight since the week before last. I can't remember nothing that I ever did. No, I ain't got no past. And I don't need no woman in no dirty magazine, just cigarettes and whiskey and a pretty song to sing. Now Phillip Morris was a friend of mine for many, many years and I rode upon the Camel when they started boxing my ears. And with a Lucky Strike of the hammer to the back of my head, I've read all them warnings but what the hell, I ain't dead yet. And I don't need no angel with a golden set of wings, just cigarettes and whiskey and a pretty song to sing. Lord, keep me safe in times of trouble. Lord, keep me wild in times of calm. I don't got time for making time with my friends' girls. I don't got time for no pretty little thing on my arm. And I don't need no girl who needs a big old diamond ring, just cigarettes and whiskey and a pretty song to sing.