Rough corners waiting to be rounded
Don't wanna feel a thing
Heavy in need, them welfare queens
The higher they rise, babe
The farther they would fall
There ain't enough rye in Tennessee
To k** or cure them all
The lesser of two evils
Is still the devil's hand
The whiskey burns slow
Through a gambling man
Lord, you know you left me
Without a prayer on my side
Boy I know you demons must be haunting you
Haunting you tonight
Well you say you got your reasons
Lord knows I got mine
Ain't no prayer to go around this time
The faster it would rise, babe
The quicker it would fall
Ain't enough prayer in Tennessee
God help them all