Tom T. Hall - Gone To Hell In A Basket lyrics

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... Okefanokee ain't so much they say the gra** ain't so tough These sawgra** 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... What you say (he's gone to hell in a basket... Yeah I know he's gone to hell in a basket...