Crooked Vein

I met you on Main Street
And you became my main dream
Now I’m drunk at the fishing stream
I can’t remember your last name
You think I bought you that wedding band
I dug it up in the seaside sand
I’m cheap and I’m mean and you’re as sweet as sugarcane
I’m gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein
I’m gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein
It carries cold blood to my crooked heart
And down my body to my liver part
That alcohol’s been tearing apart
My eyes are blurry
If I had friends, they’d all be worried
I can’t believe you’re going back to Tennessee
Ninety proof ain’t proof enough for me
If I don’t stay exactly high
When I say high, I’m talking ten liquor bottles high
I forget to remember to forget
I’m gonna stick a straight razor in my crooked vein