Sorrows Drowned (Last Call)
copyright 2008 Rhubarb Whiskey / McMains & Emch
Keep Drinkin'
Drown your sorrows
There's nuthin' better than a good ol' double o' rye
Yeah, keep drinkin'
It cures what ales ya, but ale ain't enough to keep the thoughts from troublin'
Keep drinkin'
Drown them sorrows away
Rhubarb Whiskey
Ain't it a gas
Always with ya', in a silver flask
Rhubarb Whiskey
It's the demon yeah it ain't no angel but it helps the healin'
Yeah whiskey
Drown them sorrows away
Last Day on the Road
words & music copyright 2008 Rhubarb Whiskey / McMains & Emch
Nashville has too much traffic
and too much of the jesus
we're driving out to Drunk Falls
on old I-59
Sad that tour is ending
and sad to not be home
its our last day on the road
the red brakelights
look like a carnival
and in honey island swamp
even the graffitti is holy
CHORUS
all of the billboards in mississippi
are torn and worn and bare
the gas stations list no prices
we know we have to go
CHORUS
every morning you make us the music
that rides us through the day
statelines and miles mean nothing
except cheaper cigarettes
CHORUS
the rain kicks up the dust smell
and the train races the road
chicago is calling and calling
we'll be there soon
CHORUS
it's sex shops, fireworks and jesus
and we make our final drive
no more whiskey. no more crazy
now we've had our time
Night Jasmine
words & music copyright 2008 Rhubarb Whiskey / McMains & Emch
He walked into the room
and i saw him there
smoking a cigarette with slicked back hair
came to the bar and ordered a drink
our eyes caught not sure what to think
the bar was dark and i was alone
she was drinking a whiskey her eyes looked like home
flowers flowers rich in the smoke
flowers flowers giving me hope
i said to his back
you're a thirsty man
let's share our drink
and enjoy the band
she asked me to join her
magic in the air
i leaned to whisper
and her hair
smelled like swamps and lagoons and jasmine
drunk on jasmine
we found a table
music thick in our ears his hand on my back
cold from his beer
she moved to the rhythm
muscles steel under silk
we got up to dance bodies closer than skin
flowers flowers on the night breeze
flowers flowers our night to seize*
I asked him close to join me outside
his lips on my neck let out a sigh
she led me outside
bass drums thick in my head
i wanted her everything i wanted her
my sweet red
flowers flowers there's nothing to lose
flowers flowers we're drunk on the booze
we leaned in the alley
smoke caught in my mouth
bricks on my back
lust thick as the south
i leaned into to kiss her
my sweet darling one
she was my only
my hunting was done
flowers flowers there's nothing to lose
flowers flowers we're drunk on the booze
i wanted him hard
i wanted him mean
the fiercest beauty i'd ever seen
she threw out my gentle
my love and my sweet
i walked away sadly
red limp at my feet
flowers flowers thick in my throat
her flowers her flowers choking my throat
with sorrow
choking my throat
with tears
coating my hands
with sorrow
Leavin'
music & lyrics copyright 2008 Rhubarb Whiskey / McMains & Emch
Writing this down
Can't fucking sleep
All I hear are doors closing all I hear is you keep
Leavin Leavin Leavin
The bed rattles without you
It rattles without your weight
Trains keep on rollin by
Every seven minutes
Every eight
Metal cars on metal tracks
A hundred times each day
Metal cars run through this city
Taking you away
You're leavin leavin leavin
I wake and fall asleep
Train rattlin my bones
Noise from that downstairs restaurant makes me feel more alone
Lying in the darkness
Bed shaking every day
I'm alone in this darkness
That train keeps taking you away
You're leaving leaving leaving
In Bed
words & music copyright 2008 Rhubarb Whiskey / McMains & Emch
Sunday morning in bed together
Our bodies pressed up against one another
The sun is risin' 'bove the window pane
I think it's time to get the next bottle of champagne
You kiss me softly, the taste is so sweet
It overpowers me, I know there's no retreat
I'm lost in your embrace so fully content
I don't know where you end or just where I begin
(chorus)
We got the candlelight and incense is burning
Cold sparkling wine and an insatiable yearning
Some things are better when they're left unsaid
We got some touchin', and some feelin',
And some kissin', and some lovin' ahead
---In bed, with you
Sunday morning in bed together
Sheets wrapped around us it don't get much better
The sun is shining it don't look like rain
Shines through your hair I never feel no pain
I rub your shoulder and I pull you close
You touch my hip and then we curl our toes
We light our cigarettes the smoke rings touch
Inhaling deep and then we're moving rough---and good
(chorus)
Sunday noon time we're not getting up
you need some coffee baby, let me fill your cup
The bed is warm the summer breeze feels nice
Skin slides together, it's the time of our lives
The day's addicting, love the way your body bends
Like a fall into heaven don't want it ever to end
Sun is passing, I can taste our sweat
Sunday afternoon, I got no regrets
(chorus)
Sunday evening, day has passed so slow
Like a moonshadow across new fallen snow
Wrapped up closely in my lovers arms
I know that absolute bliss just can't be too far
Still under the covers with a fresh glass of wine
We got the fireplace warmin' us there's plenty of time
Because the night ain't over, it's only begun
Like a gift from a muse that's just about to be sung
(chorus)
The stars are sparkling, the sun has set
I see my dreams in these trees that sit over our heads
We're hobo's travellin' in our own box car
Days like these leave the most delicious scars
The wines still flowin' the day is close to spent
I'd skip work forever if I didn't need my rent
You & me make magic this adventure don't end
This fall into heaven gives my heart the bends
(chorus)
Trainyards (in progress)
words & music copyright 2008 Rhubarb Whiskey / McMains & Emch
Roads run by trainyards
ships sail past my heart
I'll see you down on the tracks tonight
you and your bottle of screwtop wine
Roads run past traincars
we're walking out to the shipyard
you'll dangle your feet out
over the pier
dancin in moonlight spillin your beer
Roads run by trainyards
ships sail past my heart
I'll see you down on the tracks tonight
you and your bottle of screwtop wine