Whiskey Burn
©2005 Corey Parkman

Monday was hell in the Delta heat
A passing storm poured no relief
From layin’ a highway through the backside of July
Burnt like charcoal and down in his back
Jesse came home grinding an ax
Took it out on Renee as he took down a fifth of rye

And he felt that whiskey burn
Like the Coahoma sun
Renee was cryin’ one day he’ll learn
Someday that boy’s gonna learn

Weekend come, Jesse went to the boats
Renee stayed home, bruises on her throat
Nursing a black eye for askin’ to go along
She poured a remedy for her pain
Though she knew she’d have to explain
She filled up her emptiness till that bottle was gone

And she felt that whiskey burn
Like the Coahoma sun
Renee was cryin’ one day he’ll learn
Someday that boy’s gonna learn

Jesse came in broke and crazy drunk
Reached for his whiskey then threw a punch
B*tch, you’d best get to town and pay back every drop
She fetched a case of his fav’rite kind
Found him passed out and lost her mind
She doused every room, lit a match and telephoned the cops

And she watched that whiskey burn
In the Coahoma sun
Renee was cryin’ he’ll never learn
No, he’s never gonna learn

And she watched that whiskey burn


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[This message has been edited by Corey (edited 06-15-2005).]

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