Roger Alan Wade - Sweet wine of sorrow

I's ^Gstandin' in the mornin' outside that Norfolk Southern ^DYard Rollin' dice like a train, the wind was blowin' ^Ghard I'm down 20 to the devil, hell I hope he'll take a ^Dcheck I'll kiss his ass 'til I get level, then I'll break his ^Gneck

I have ^Cdrank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no t^Gomorrow I was ^Dcursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet wine of ^Gsorrow

^GAh there's things a man can do to himself where his own parents don't re^Dcognize his face And there's things he does to everybody else that even true love can't ^Gerase And you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life ^Dtryin' to understand When you figure it out you realize it's your selfishness between you and the promised ^Gland

I have ^Cdrank from the cup of your soul like there ain't no t^Gomorrow I been ^Dcursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of ^Gsorrow ^CHallelujah I'd trade anything I can beg steal or ^Gborrow I was ^Dcursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of ^Gsorrow

Now I'm ^Gshattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that they b^Drought When you were swollen with my baby and your daddy bought that shotgun when we got c^Gaught And now there ain't much that matters and to tell the truth I ^Dstill don't understand So I think I'll go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a ^Gdamn

Baby I's ^Dcursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of ^Csorrow ^G