Whiskey Blues

The screen door’s hanging by a rusted-out hinge
Since she ain't been around to fix it.
I’ve been on a three-year, one-man binge
And I don’t care who knows I’m addicted.
That boy who hit her got three to five,
While I got a life sentence of "why?"
It’s hard as hell staying alive
When your better half is in the sky.
Chorus
So I’ll take one more round for the road,
To lighten up this heavy-duty load.
I’m crankin’ up the engine of this old Chevrolet,
Ready to drive all my sorrows away.
If the curves get too sharp and the ditches get deep,
At least I’ll finally get some sleep.
I left the Rusty Nail at a quarter to two,
With a belly full of rye and a heart full of blue.
I’m hitting sixty-five on a forty-mile stretch,
Chasing a feeling I ain't been able to fetch.
The dashboard’s glowing, the steering wheel’s loose,
I’m tired of running from this hangman’s noose.
I see the white cross coming up on the right,
The one I planted on that rainy night.
I didn't hit the brakes, I just closed my eyes,
And waited for the sound of the metal and the cries.
Chorus
Yeah, I took one last round for the road,
And dropped this heavy-duty load.
I aimed the grill of this Chevrolet
Right at the spot where she went away.
The curves got too sharp and the ditch was too deep,
And I’m finally gonna get some sleep.
Outro
There’s glass in the grass and a leaking tank,
I’m sliding down the muddy bank.
I see her standing by the passenger door...
I ain't gotta miss her...
Not anymore.

Gravelly Outlaw Country, raw male voice, solo acoustic guitar, whiskey-soaked, mournful, lonesome, gritty, sparse, sad