Drowning in Whiskey and Wine
Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2015 3:48 pm
Drowning in Whiskey and Wine
Judge me not poorly you men of the cross
I still bare the scars of your chains
Don’t you believe I have suffered enough
Its not a crime
I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
I remember the sermons, the lectures, the rules
The burden of guilt and the shame
For too many years I have suffered the fools
So don’t waste my time
I’m drownin’ in whiskey and wine
Give me salvation and spare me the rod
There’s nothing for you to be gained
Show me some sign of a merciful God
Just throw me a line
I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
I drink to your health, all you God fearing men
I drink to forgive and forget
I drink to your wives and your family and kin
I’m doing fine
I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
You part with coins as they pass ‘round the plate
For passage on the glory train
Don’t save me a seat because I might just be late
I lose track of time
When I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
Go fill up your churches with clean cotton shirts
With ladies in linen and lace
And remember the one that you left in the dirt
All covered in grime
And drowning in whiskey and wine
Go home to your mansions, your castles, your keep
Go home to your palace divine
Its here in this park that you’ll find me asleep
Most any time
Drowning in whiskey and wine
(Note: Not written from personal experience)
Copyright © Allan Cropper March 2012
Judge me not poorly you men of the cross
I still bare the scars of your chains
Don’t you believe I have suffered enough
Its not a crime
I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
I remember the sermons, the lectures, the rules
The burden of guilt and the shame
For too many years I have suffered the fools
So don’t waste my time
I’m drownin’ in whiskey and wine
Give me salvation and spare me the rod
There’s nothing for you to be gained
Show me some sign of a merciful God
Just throw me a line
I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
I drink to your health, all you God fearing men
I drink to forgive and forget
I drink to your wives and your family and kin
I’m doing fine
I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
You part with coins as they pass ‘round the plate
For passage on the glory train
Don’t save me a seat because I might just be late
I lose track of time
When I’m drowning in whiskey and wine
Go fill up your churches with clean cotton shirts
With ladies in linen and lace
And remember the one that you left in the dirt
All covered in grime
And drowning in whiskey and wine
Go home to your mansions, your castles, your keep
Go home to your palace divine
Its here in this park that you’ll find me asleep
Most any time
Drowning in whiskey and wine
(Note: Not written from personal experience)
Copyright © Allan Cropper March 2012