JB and the Moonshine Band - Hell to Pay Lyrics
The tip jar didn't even cover the lossFrom the gas to the motel much less get us homeMy head's still throbbin' like a Waylon songYou fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chilli-dogI guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from'Cause everybody got drunkAnd everybody got laidThey were singing all the words to my songsWe played five long setsAnd everybody there stayedFork it over baby we'll be goneBut if you really want to tryTo jack my cash this wayI'll introduce you to my .38You better give me my moneyOr there'll be hell to payYou turned the shop vac on and the power blewI had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threwI sang Free Bird acapellaWhile you tried to get the breaker back onSome chick was getting crazy in the bathroom stallI had to pee so bad I nearly lost it allNaw, it ain't my faultYou gotta wild ass honkytonk'Cause everybody got drunkAnd everybody got stonedThey were yelling all the words to my songsThey were jerry-rigging lighters out of telephonesStill up and going when the kegs were goneBut if you really wanna try to jack my cash this wayYou can tell it to my .38You better give me my moneyOr there'll be hell to paySaid my ears are still ringin 'cause my mic was hotHead spinning from the Jagger shotsAnd I done told y'all all, I ain't goin' back to jailBut these here blisters on my fingers say the show straight rockedNow they're grippin' on the trigger and the hammer's *****edIf I gotta get buck wild up in here I will'Cause everybody got drunkAnd everybody got laidThey were yelling all the words to my songsWe played five long setsAnd everybody there stayedFork it over baby we'll be goneBut if you really want to tryTo jack my cash this wayYou'll be hearing from my .38You better give me my moneyOr there'll be hell to payYeah, you better give me my moneyOr there'll be hell to payThere'll be hell to pay
