Swamp-Bourbon Hymn

[Verse 1] Black suit Wrong size Tag still hanging off the side Creek road Gravel spit Crows drawn tight in a live oak split You said "Hold fast" Your breath smelled sharp like a Sunday flask Now I'm Front pew Mud on my cuffs and a hymn off-tune [Chorus] Pour that swamp-bourbon hymn in my veins (hey!) Let the choir drag each word like a chain If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down saved Or at least half-brave Beat on the pew like a drum for the dead Clap till the guilt shakes out of my hands If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down stained On this swamp-bourbon hymn you sang [Verse 2] Pine box Too small Rain runs red off the cinderblock wall Your ring My fist Rust line burned where your fingers kissed Grave clay Cold seam Boots sink slow like a bad old dream Bell cracks Once more Whole town winces in the warped back door [Chorus] Pour that swamp-bourbon hymn in my veins (oh yeah) Let the choir drag each word like a chain If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down saved Or at least half-brave Beat on the pew like a drum for the dead Clap till the guilt shakes out of my hands If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down stained On this swamp-bourbon hymn you sang [Bridge] [Drop to voice, foot-stomp, and room air] Name every sin in a low slow list Let the dust rise up when our palms meet wrists If the river takes what's left of your name I'll carve it in oak and I'll drink the blame (hey!) [Chorus] Pour that swamp-bourbon hymn in my veins Let the choir drag each word like a chain If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down saved Or at least half-brave Beat on the pew like a drum for the dead Clap till the guilt shakes out of my hands If I'm goin' down, I'm goin' down stained On this swamp-bourbon hymn you sang