Let us both huddle around
That tiny golden fire
Inside the whiskey bottle.

Each sip, a breath of smoke.
Let us bow, pray to weather –
That hard norther howling,

Pawing at our windows.
Let us yawn and stretch
And down the last dram.

Let the remainder of my life
Be a library paperback, one
You toss in the backseat

And never return. Let us
Nod off and snore as my
Beard goes a winter sky grey.

Let Jimmie Rodgers skip
On our thriftstore turntable –
Woman made a fool out of me… 

Woman made a fool out of me…
Woman made a fool out of me…