Six Feet Under

My throat is dry like the desert sand
My thirst is growing beyond my command
I know that I'm dying, my time's running out
Oh Lord, won't you buy me just one more stout

Put me six feet under ground
I'll still crave another round
Put me six feet under ground
I'll still crave another round

I've been a liar and I've been a cheat
I've lived like a king and a bum on the street
Seems my days are numbered and I'm out of luck
If water was whiskey I'd dive like a duck