Tequila Mockingbird  

just reach inta' yer empty pocket
if ya' want me, ah'll be there-
a sqwackin'
tequila mockin'bird
with tumbleweed in ma' hair-

o ah've bin' tryin'
ta' get drunk on jesus,
but that blood has got no bite-
an' who goes to church on sunday
when they ain't slept saturday night?

well ma' mailbox ain't seen a letter
since the one that said you was gone.
no, ma' ford ain't seen a mechanic.
no, ma' mower ain't seen the lawn.

an' ma sheets ain't seen a washer-
tho' ma' pillows seen some tears.
ma' belly ain't seen no poorchops-
just the bottoms of bottles of beer.

well ma' heart ain't seen no lovin'
tho' ma' eyes have seen some skin.
these hands ain't done no good deeds-
just got me a whole lotta sin.

an' ma' bankbook ain't seen no deposits.
an' ma' phonebill ain't been paid yet.
ma' coats all full of cigarette holes.
ma' clothes are all stained'n'faded.

well, the milk in th' fridge
was th' last thing you bought-
still sits on th' very same shelf.
sometimes ah' stare at the expiration date-
'cause it's th' same one ah' got on m'self.

An' m'friends all said
ah'd forget ya' in time-
fact is: ah' forgot 'em all first.
now there's no one around t'buy me a drink
on th' nights that ah'm dyin' of thirst.

Well, yer pichers all framed,
right next t'ma' bed,
so yer eyes are th' first thing ah' see.
each night on ma' knees,
ah'm a'prayin' t'jesus:
"o bring back ma' bonnie t'me."

well, all th' letters ah' send ya-
they come on right back;
yer phone ain't the number i knew.
An' if ah' dinnet know
that we was in love
ah'd think you were sayin' we're thru'.

so just reach inta' yer empty pocket
if ya' want me, ah'll be there-
a sqwackin'
tequila mockin'bird,
with tumbleweed in ma' hair-

o ah've been trying
t'get drunk on jesus,
but that blood has got no bite-
an' who goes t'church on sunday
when they ain't slept saturday night?

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