Whiskey Man
Trembling Mind
Trembling Hands
Weary Side
I got no man
To hold me up I'm picking him up again
Crack of pain
Catch the rain
With open palms
Against the plain
Cobbled stone that paves your road
As smooth as you could ever know
Curtains close
Your friends go home
Take your wine
So you won't ride alone
To whatever place this night will be your home
First sip of wine
Makes you stronger
As the wine runs dry
The night's getting longer
And your heart goes out to nobody
And nothing is made to gold
Stumbling fool
A whiskey man
A worried soul
Who's got no plan
But he's creeping up on my open doors again