There ain't enough corn mash

In this whole sorry town

To wash off or burn out

The way it all went down

But that cork squeaks so loud

When it's sneaking its way out

That I'm afraid to death she's going to hear

Now the fire on my tongue

Is for those who die young

And the weariness of we who stay behind

There's poison sickness in my heart

And I don't trust the ashes of my mind

I've got too many sorrows

And far too little time

To sit and drown out these memories

Under Tennessee rye

But the salt on the rim

Has me thinking about him

And my shaking hands can't hold back no more tears

Now the fire on my tongue

Is for those who die young

And the weariness of we who stay behind

There's poison sickness in my heart

And I don't trust the ashes of my mind

Whispering my shame

To the bottom of my glass

Won't get me through the dawn

Or make the darkness pass

So I'll hold out tonight

And clench this bottle tight

And drink about the light I saw in you

Now the fire on my tongue

Is for those who die young

And the weariness of we who stay behind

There's poison sickness in my heart

It's tearing me apart

And I don't trust the ashes of my mind