From the recording Clutching At Straws

Lyrics

So sick and tired of keeping all under control Been many years now since I sold my soul Pleasantly pleasant—that’s always been the goalCavin’ in to the opinion pollI said I’ll race ya to the watering holeYou’ll never beat me to the punch bowlTwo-bit troubadour livin’ on the public doleTwo shots of anything and a jelly rollKillin’ my thinkin’Drinkin’ whiskey, drinkin’ wineOl’ jailbreak scat always rule my mindWhen I was a babe my daddy brought on a wet nurseSuspicion he was up to something worseShe weaned me off the breast and introduced me to a curseKept a bottle hidden in her purseSo sorry momma ‘bout the leavin’ you behindA quiet devotee of hidden hope and mirthUphill proposition tryin’ to prove my worthCan’t hardly help it if I’ll never rule the earthThrow up my hands and praise the virgin birthA man in bondage always longin’ to be freeOut there somewhere maybe a home for meSome sleepy hideaway sippin’ afternoon teaSome misty mountaintop monastery
It’s mostly mundane but the glimpses are divine