Four years down and twenty one to blownTen thousand more breakfasts to gonFourteen million seconds of living this waynAnd I guess it's time I started to pray them bars awaynnI wonder what you're doing since I don't see you nonenAre you still a doin' all them rotten things we donenIf you've got some spare time why don't you learn to praynMaybe you can help me to pray them bars awaynnRemember old Red Barber we checked out last nightnHe still hold them eighteen years it serves the devil'snRightnHe checked out in a casket he've been sixty two todaynI heard that he went crazy tryin' to pray them bars awaynnSometimes I miss the women and miss them all I donSometimes I miss the whiskey and I miss the good timesnToonSometimes I miss my mama I saw her Christmas DaynBut I never miss a time to pray them bars awaynnI'm told I should be thankful for everything I've gotnSo thank you for the rock walls and the brave bullsnThanks a lotnAnd thank you for the good job and twenty cents a daynThank you for the break time to pray them bars away