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

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