Whiskey And Jesus

He said, it's whiskey and Jesus it's grandkids at the door it's the woman lying speechless she cant take it anymore it's the roar of desperation that sickens and devours it's the stillness of alone that turns minutes into hours it's whiskey and Jesus He said, it's whiskey and Jesus it's the hoe in the field the hawk circling overhead dust on the windowsill it's empty shelves in the pantry callouses on his hands it's nowhere to turn the pride of a man... it's whiskey and Jesus He said, it's whiskey and Jesus it's the lines 'neath his eyes it's the tight lipped anger that never questions why it's the memories and ashes of a thousand highway miles the hard face of dignity painted by the trials... it's whiskey and Jesus...