Testo Fire On My Tongue

There ain't enough corn mash in this whole sorry town
To wash off or burn out the way it all went down
That cork squeaks so loud, when it's sneaking it's way out
That I'm afraid to death she's going to hear

Now the fire on my tongue is for those who die young
And the weariness of we who stayed behind
There's a poison sickness in my heart And I don't trust the ashes of my mind

I've got too many sorrows, and far too little time
To sit and drown these memories under Tennessee rye
But the salt on the rim, has mе thinkin' about him
And my shaking hands can't hold back no more tears

Now the firе on my tongue is for those who die young
And the weariness of we who stayed behind
There's a poison sickness in my heart
And I don't trust the ashes of my mind

Whispering my shame to the bottom of my glass
Won't get me through the dawn, and make the darkness pass
So I hold out tonight, I clinch this bottle tight And drink about the light I saw in you

Now the fire on my tongue is for those who die young
And the weariness of we who stayed behind
There's a poison sickness in my heart, it's tearing me apart
And I don't trust the ashes of my mind