Whiskey in the Wound

I came in through the back door of a heartless town;

With a shirt full of dust and my name on down;

Kneeling on the highway, curved like a shameful knife;

I've been losing pieces of me just to keep this life;

Every mile I ran only went me down;

But the night calls my middle name;

And the hurt still sings the same;

I can feel that amber climb;

Got a food that's rose-vine;

Whiskey in the womb;

Let it burn me clean;

I'm a Sunday sinner in a midnight dream;

It left the train and it left too soon;

Now I'm howlin';

With the whiskey in the womb;

Yeah, I'm howlin' with the whiskey in the womb;

I saw your silhouette in a truck stop smoke;

Heard your last goodbye and every joke

I broke;

Church bells ringing like a judgment drum;

While the bottle taught my blood how to come undone;

And I still taste your ghost on a burning spoon;

But the night knows my middle name;

And the hurt still sings the same;

I can feel that amber climb;

Right up through this ruined spine;

Whiskey in the womb;

Let it burn me clean,

I'm a Sunday sinner in a midnight dream;

If love's a train, then it left too soon;

Now I'm howlin' with the whiskey in the womb, yeah;

I'm howlin' with the whisky in the womb, yeah;

If heaven's got a porch, let it hold me near;

I'll be livin' off the wreckage in the field;

Strip the truth down bare, let the heartbreak fall;

I got nothing left to hide from you at all;

Just this ragged heart and a voice gone blue;

Whiskey in the womb;

Let it bind me clean;

I'm a Sunday seller in a midnight team;

If love's a train, then it left too soon;

Now I'm howlin';

With the whiskey in the womb;

Yeah, I'm howlin';

With the whiskey in the womb;

Ooh, yeah;

Let it burn, let it rain, let it fade away;

I'll still be standin' when the gold turns gray;

Whiskey in the womb, yeah;

Oh, baby, oh;