Bluegrass Howl

Buy me a bottle of whiskey
And I will tell all my secrets
They will spill out like blood
Making wounds on
My  memory
I will tell you how I
Wish I was in your kitchen
Neat and tidy with
Gleaming copper pots
And the heady aroma
Of my childhood
How my life is not worth
The paper it is
Written on

Buy me a bottle of whiskey
And I will tell you how
I came to be here in
This foreign soil
A hostile earth that
Only grows one crop

I will down my caustic
Therapy and let the
Burn spread outward
The only real treatment
For nostalgia

Buy me a bottle of whiskey
And I will spend
The night hoping that
Tomorrow will not be
As wasted as I am
Right now