Lyrics Sweet Wine of Sorrow - Roger Alan Wade

Sweet Wine of Sorrow

I’s standin' in the mornin' rain outside that Norfolk
Southern Yard
Rollin' dice like a train, the wind was blowin' hard
I’m down twenty to the devil
Hell, I hope he’ll take a check
I’ll kiss his ass 'til I get level, then I’ll break his
Neck
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain’t
No tomorrow
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet
Wine of sorrow
Ah there’s things a man can do to himself where his own
Parents don’t recognize his face
And there’s things he does to everybody else that even
True love can’t erase
And you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin' to
understand
When you figure it out you realize it’s your
Selfishness between you and the promised land
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain’t
No tomorrow
I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that
Sweet wine of sorrow
Hallelujah I’d trade anything I can beg steal or borrow
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that
Sweet wine of sorrow
Now I’m shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that
They brought
When you were swollen with my baby and your daddy
Bought that shotgun when we got caught
And now there ain’t much that matters and to tell the truth I still don’t
understand
So I think I’ll go down to Madame Moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damn
I have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain’t
No tomorrow
I been cursed from the first with a thirst for that
Sweet wine of sorrow
Hallelujah I’d trade anything I can beg steal or borrow
I was cursed from the first with a thirst for that
Sweet wine of sorrow
Baby I’s cursed from the first with a thirst for that
Sweet wine of sorrow