Scotch and Water Blues

Lyrics

I've held your hand and sunk your ships And I can taste the future in the whiskey on your lips Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms Things they go and then they come to stops Now my baby's just a breeze through the treetops Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms Glass in my hand, my back to the door My one consolation is I ain't no longer your man Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms