Rye

Momma she’s got a bible
Got a few pink dress just like you had but I don’t know
What she’s doing with me
Sounds crazy but I had to know
I would have stayed at Santa’s if it hadn’t been packed
But I’ve got rye at home if you’ll stay with me
I’m drinking from the bottle that now I’ll keep
I’ll ask you what you thought of Tennessee
How long before you move up from the beach
'Cause I think I need you here
She says that she’s from garden grove
Or Fort Lauderdale, whatever they ask so they don’t know
What she don’t keep from me
I know somewhere she has a coat
But every damn time we go out in the cold
She stares at mine and hopes she’ll take it from me
I’m drinking from the bottle that now I’ll keep
I’ll ask you what you thought of Tennessee
How long before you move up from the beach
'Cause I think I need you here
I’m drinking from the bottle that now I’ll keep
I’ll ask you what you thought of Tennessee
How long before you move up from the beach
'Cause I think I need you here