From The Bottle

(C. Woodsmith) Light’s low as the fire dies My hand on a pistol, lonely at my side I’m lost now my husband out the door He took the children with him He can’t take it anymore Told me he’d come home Come back again if I let the liquor go, but I can’t let go my sit ‘Cause I went to the bottle And I drank that bottle dry And I covered up my anger I’ve frozen up inside And I opened up that door and the devil came inside Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied Oh god I can’t feel it anymore My hand is all a trembling on my stillhouse door As I walk into her sweet air Where my heart should be a’beatin I can only feel a tear And I preay to my god above That I’d burn her down to get back the one I love ‘Cause I went to the bottle And I drank that bottle dry And I covered up my anger I’ve frozen up inside And I opened up that door and the devil came inside Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied Its dark now, I’m on my knees I pray to my god give me the strength I need I’ve got to light that math and burn her down I got too much to live for, ‘fore they put me in the ground I’ll go back to my children’s arms And watch the ashes rise and go up to meet the stars And I’ll go from the bottle And I’ll leave that bottle dry And I’ll open up my anger I’ve frozen up inside And I’ll open up that door but the devil won’t oblige Cut the fuze, to which my mind is tied