Rot-Gut Whiskey
Copyright 2009 (All rights reserved)
Marshall Peery Publishing (ASCAP)
Blisters on his hands…
From tendin’ the plow
Work horse fading…
He sold all his cows
A sharecropper shack…
With holes in the roof
Salt pork for breakfast…
& a-shot-a-hundred proof
It's Rot-Gut Whiskey
On a lone mans breath
Nothin left to cling to
Worked half to death
It's Rot-Gut Whiskey....
As the barn door sways
He sings in his mind...
As a banjo plays
With time runnin out
Rainy season went long
Neighbors won't help
Said he don't belong
Skin on fire.....
From yesterdays sun
Tryin to keep things up
-n- not get overrun
REPEAT CHORUS
Bridge:
Ten fingers grip
As knuckles rub raw
Life can bleed a man
Down to nothin at all
But, the LORD will carry
Those not done yet
That black dirt turns…
Under a long silhouette
REPEAT CHORUS