From The Bottle Lyrics

(C. Woodsmith)

Light�s low as the fire dies
My hand on a pistol, lonely at my side
I�m lost now my husband out the door
He took the children with him
He can�t take it anymore
Told me he�d come home
Come back again if I let the liquor go, but I can�t let go my sit

�Cause I went to the bottle
and I drank that bottle dry
and I covered up my anger I�ve frozen up inside
And I opened up that door and the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied

Oh god I can�t feel it anymore
My hand is all a trembling on my stillhouse door
As I walk into her sweet air
Where my heart should be a�beatin I can only feel a tear
And I preay to my god above
That I�d burn her down to get back the one I love

�Cause I went to the bottle
and I drank that bottle dry
and I covered up my anger I�ve frozen up inside
And I opened up that door and the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied

Its dark now, I�m on my knees
I pray to my god give me the strength I need
I�ve got to light that math and burn her down
I got too much to live for, �fore they put me in the ground
I�ll go back to my children�s arms
And watch the ashes rise and go up to meet the stars

And I�ll go from the bottle
and I�ll leave that bottle dry
and I�ll open up my anger I�ve frozen up inside
And I�ll open up that door but the devil won�t oblige
Cut the fuze, to which my mind is tied

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