My dad, he had a friend, lowdown till the end 
Everything he did, it came out wrong 
No matter how hard he tried 
He never cheated, he never lied 
Had a shotgun in his hand when he died 
Chorus Everybody's got their own way, yeah tomorrow's another day 
Make of it what you will, as you're climbing up that hill 
Always be prepared to pay, hey hey 
I know a man, a guitar in his hand 
Taught me things 
I never thought 
I'd know But the pills and the crystal meth took him to his death 
All he ever wanted was a song and a sing along 
Second Chorus 
Everybody's got their way, tomorrow's another day 
Make of it what you will, don't forget to get your thrills 
Always be prepared to pay, hey hey 
Don't forget where you're from, stick to your guns 
Always be good to your fellow man 
Bow your head and pray, every single day 
Life don't always turn out like you plan 
Everybody's got their own way, yeah tomorrow's another day 
Make of it what you will, as you're climbing up that hill 
Always be prepared to pay, hey hey 
Always be prapared to pay.