| Rolling with a little bit of scratch |
| Throwing on the red and the black |
| Dealer ain’t cutting no slack |
| Once your gone babe you can’t come back |
| Sicker than a heart attack |
| Saying brother you ain’t got Jack |
| Jack went and laid on on the railroad tracks |
| Now he’s gone and he can’t come back |
| Can’t take it with you when you go |
| Living like a king on a throne |
| Making this town my own |
| 'Cause we all turn to dust and bone |
| Going home to all of my kin |
| Soaking in the old cold gin |
| I keep on sinning |
| And devil keeps grinning |
| 'Cause he knows that I just can’t win |
| Can’t take it with you when you go |
| Living like a king on a throne |
| Making this town my own |
| 'Cause we all turn to dust and bone |
| Yeah |
| Alright |
| Can’t take it with you when you go |
| Dust and bone |
| Caught between a rock and a roll |
| Feeling like I sold my soul |
| I ain’t ready to go |
| But I lost control |
| Laying face down in a hole |
| Can’t take it with you when you go |
| Living like a king on a throne |
| Making this town my own |
| 'Cause we all turn to dust and bone |
| Can’t take it with you when you go |
| Living like a king on a throne |
| Making this town my own |
| 'Cause we all turn to dust and bone |
| Can’t take it with you when you go |
| Dust and bone |