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Whiskey and Gin
Got these songs in my head
They go tumbling round
Voice of a voice some spiritual sound
Red velvet roads and the waters run cold
No ribbons No bows can buy out my soul
A simple saint ain’t something to spare
Her gypsy dark eyes and long brown hair
Whisper in the wind and wretched to the end
Mixing my mind with whiskey and gin
Over the mountains and trembling by the sea
Rain keeps pouring, adding tragedies
I been bent before and I’ll be bent again
Keep mixing my mind with whiskey and gin
Lonesome not weary and sure as hell bold
Walked 30 miles down that old dirt road
My baby’s blistered, burning at the brim
His Mother left us for the whiskey and gin
