Can't sleep on a whiskey pillow

And heaven knows I tried

Can't wake on a coffee dawn

And pray it takes the death out of your eyes

Can't sail that bourbon street

And heaven knows I tried



The heat down deep divinest

For thinning out your blues

Those dreams, they look the finest

But none of them come true



Can't sweat inside side-walking sheets

And heaven knows I tried

To go back to someone sweet

Who'll love me for the thorn that's in my side



My better angels need it

To keep me high and dry

I'm ankle-deep in gin and secrets

And never knowing why



Can't sleep on a whiskey pillow

And heaven knows I tried

Can't wake on a coffee dawn

And pray it takes the night and all the nights



My better angels grieving

From being black and blue

So I just quit believing in the





						     



						     Thanks to cead1