#. [G]I'm to drunk to dig this [C]grave I've been [G]drinkin for 17 [D]days I'm [G]livin the American [C]dream a dead [G]body and a [D]bottle of [G]beam #. The cops are hot on my [C]trail i don't [G]have any MONEY for[D] bail i got [G]everything that i [C]need a dead [G]body and a [D]bottle of [G]beam Chorus: I got [G]3 feet [C]down i got [G]3 left to [D]go and [G]I'm hell [C]bound on the [G]first train to [D]Mexi[G]co #. As the sun starts to rise now I'm covered in flies I've gotta get this dirt off of me a dead body and a bottle of beam I got [G]3 feet [C]down i got [G]3 left to [D]go and [G]I'm hell [C]bound on the [G]first train to [D]Mexi[G]co As i [G]cross the Mexico [C]line I'm [G]here in the nick of [D]time I'll [G]forever be [C]free a dead [G]body and a [D]bottle of [G]beam