Lumberlung

Slobberbone

A breath of whiskey on my cotton shirt

Turn on the fan, take off your skirt

Lay here beside me on these sheets so stained

For a little while, but it ain't the same



And she brings me water and it always tastes so good

She brings me flowers from the woods

Stays here in this house with me when I know she'd rather leave

Stays with me as I sleep

And she helps me nurse my lumberlung

But it's no longer fun

For her



Once I dreamed we'd took a roadtrip, just me and her

Through the southern and midwest states

Turned north just south of Arkansas and we headed up

Towards the vast Great Lakes

And I thought I'd sleep through Texas, but I woke up in Illinois

And the car in the lane next to me was driven by a little boy

And he flashed a smile at me then he drove straight off the road

Smacked an overpass, I watched his car explode

And when she wakes me from my delirium

I know I'm no longer fun

For her



And she brings me water and it always tastes so good

She brings me flowers from the woods

Stays here in this house with me when I know she'd rather leave

Stays with me constantly

And she helps me nurse my lumberlung

But it's no longer fun

For her