There ain't enough corn mashIn this whole sorry townTo wash off or burn outThe way it all went downBut that cork squeaks so loudWhen it's sneaking its way outThat I'm afraid to death she's going to hearNow the fire on my tongueIs for those who die youngAnd the weariness of we who stay behindThere's poison sickness in my heartAnd I don't trust the ashes of my mindI've got too many sorrowsAnd far too little timeTo sit and drown out these memoriesUnder Tennessee ryeBut the salt on the rimHas me thinking about himAnd my shaking hands can't hold back no more tearsNow the fire on my tongueIs for those who die youngAnd the weariness of we who stay behindThere's poison sickness in my heartAnd I don't trust the ashes of my mindWhispering my shameTo the bottom of my glassWon't get me through the dawnOr make the darkness passSo I'll hold out tonightAnd clench this bottle tightAnd drink about the light I saw in youNow the fire on my tongueIs for those who die youngAnd the weariness of we who stay behindThere's poison sickness in my heartIt's tearing me apartAnd I don't trust the ashes of my mind
