Sweet Wine of Sorrow - Roger Alan Wade

I’s standin' in the mornin' rain outside that Norfolk

Southern Yard

Rollin' dice like a train, the wind was blowin' hard

I’m down twenty to the devil

Hell, I hope he’ll take a check

I’ll kiss his ass 'til I get level, then I’ll break his

Neck

I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain’t

No tomorrow

I was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet

Wine of sorrow

Ah there’s things a man can do to himself where his own

Parents don’t recognize his face

And there’s things he does to everybody else that even

True love can’t erase

And you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin' to

understand

When you figure it out you realize it’s your

Selfishness between you and the promised land

I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain’t

No tomorrow

I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that

Sweet wine of sorrow

Hallelujah I’d trade anything I can beg steal or borrow

I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that

Sweet wine of sorrow

Now I’m shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that

They brought

When you were swollen with my baby and your daddy

Bought that shotgun when we got caught

And now there ain’t much that matters and to tell the truth I still don’t

understand

So I think I’ll go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damn

I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain’t

No tomorrow

I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that

Sweet wine of sorrow

Hallelujah I’d trade anything I can beg steal or borrow

I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that

Sweet wine of sorrow

Baby I’s cursed from the first with a thirst for that

Sweet wine of sorrow