God forbid you go before I do

That'd be the start of the hell that I'd go through

I'd be three sheets deep in Boston

Maybe lost in baton rouge

God forbid you go before I do

I'd be the possum in the ground

I'd be whitley on the brown

He stopped loving her today

I'm no stranger to the rain

I'd be merle locked in san quentin

I'd have a real damn hard time quittin'

I'd have no reason and no why

I'd be lonely as the crow flies

I'd be a goner on a stool

With a jukebox and a few of the old guys

Next to some broke heart out getting drunk

I'd tell him 'bout the girl I got to love

And how I'd never find another

And I sure wouldn't want to

God forbid you go a single day before I do

I'd be the possum in the ground

I'd be whitley on the brown

He stopped loving her today

I'm no stranger to the rain

I'd be merle locked in san quentin

I'd have a real damn hard time quittin'

I'd have no reason and no why

I'd be lonely as the crow flies

I'd be a goner on a stool

With a jukebox and a few of the old guys

I'd be a long slide on a steel guitar

Another long night in another bar

I'd be the possum in the ground

I'd be whitley on the brown

He stopped loving her today

I'm no stranger to the rain

I'd be merle locked in san quentin

I'd have a real damn hard time quittin'

I'd have no reason and no why

I'd be lonely as the crow flies

I'd be a goner on a stool

With a jukebox and a few of the old guys

God forbid you go before I do