It's the Whiskey That Eases the Pain - Mark Howard, Bobby Wood, Dave Pomeroy & Kenny Malone

You do a great job as a muse I'm all lost and confused Unsure of what to do Clawing for clues And I will send my soul out to you Over mountains and through woods I'd crawl to you Just to catch a glimpse of you And should you hear a creaking from the floor See a movement of the door You know the score I'm closer than you thought And if you think I'm howling at the moon Know I'm howling for you It's all that I can do Just to spit and scream for you

There's a light It's burning in your eyes tonight You're doing more Killing time Did our dreams Simply burn out like kerosene? Chasing the ghosts from another life I know you're gonna go away Before you do I got something to say If we could stay together for the kids and a few more years They might not end up like we did Love has a way of losing its shine over time You were young, so was I We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy There's a voice of a little girl and a little boy Is your freedom, worth the price? There's nothing left to say The heart tends to only want what causes it to break And we both know, this ain't right So, think about them before you go 'Cause I can't do this on my own If we could stay together for the kids and a few more years They might not end up like we did Love has a way of losing its shine over time You were young and so was I We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy If we could stay together for the kids and a few more years They might not end up like we did I know love has a way of losing its shine over time You were young and so was I If we could stay together for the kids it'll be enough This ain't about love It ain't about us And we don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy And we don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy We don't have to be happy

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone Saying: "You will never leave Harlan alive" Oh, my granddad's dad walked down Katahrins Mountain And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride Said, won't you walk with me out of the mouth Of this holler Or we'll never leave Harlan alive Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains 'Til a man from the Northeast arrived Waving hundred dollar bills he said I'll pay ya for your minerals But he never left Harlan alive Granny soldout cheap and the move out west of Pineville To a farm where big Richland River winds I bet they danced them a jig, laughed and sang a new song Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't selling And old granddad knew what he'd do to survive He went and dug for Harlan coal And sent the money back to granny But he never left Harlan alive Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning And the sun goes down about three in the day And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky That's the place where I trace my bloodline And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone Saying: "You will never leave Harlan alive"

At My Door The Leaves Are Fallin, A Cold Wild Wind Has Come, Sweethearts Walk By Together, And I Still Miss Someone. I Go Out To A Party, And Look For A Little Fun, But I Find A Darken Corner, Cause I Still Miss Someone. Oh I Never Got Over Those Blue Eyes, I See Them Everywhere, I Miss Those Arms That Held Me, When All The Love Was There. Oh I Never Got Over Those Blue Eyes, I See Them Everywhere, I Miss Those Arms That Held Me, When All The Love Was There. I Wonder If He's Sorry, For Leaving What We've Become, There's Someone For Me Somewhere, But I Still Miss Someone. Oh I Still Miss Someone.

Oh, you screamed "Hallelujah," darling Startled all the sleeping Starlins on the wire As we walked up the footpath through the fields How the rain did reveal your heart And the rope swing from the balance held the weight Shadows fall and a cold wind blows And you said, "Oh, maybe we're just lost souls here Maybe, oh, everybody goes" Oh, we were young Oh-oh, we were young Oh, we were young Oh-oh, we were young Still don't, don't you forget That rope you tied around your neck Don't free it, darling, no, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, don't free it, darling, no-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh And it took them three days to find you Tired torch lights and dog scents Oh, they led you down from the highest branches Cold eyes and frozen arms And my, my, my, your beauty was so dumbfoundin' Lace white dress and your hair as long as Follaton Woods And the whole town just stood there crying Looking at the darkness for something wholesome and good Oh, good, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, good, oh-oh-oh-oh Still don't, don't you forget That rope you tied around your neck Don't free it, darling, no, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, don't free it, darling, no-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Morning white mist came in across the plains, blue skies and rain Oh, and it was the strangest day, people taking cover, people holding shame And you would've laughed your heart out Oh, you would've laughed your heart out Oh, you would've laughed your heart out You would've laughed your heart out You would've laughed your heart out

Miracle Of Living He left Boston in December for New Mexico Determined to forget all of the faces he'd known A little lonesome and a world of troubled mind With a bed roll on his shoulder and a banjo on his knee He would hitch a ride with truckers He believed them to be free Eighteen-wheelers roll a little further down the line He did not meet a girl in Richmond nor in old San Antone His vision of the Southwest would be realized alone Alone to wonder How his life had gone thus far As he walked along the highway He felt a power from inside He found a miracle of living In having nothing left to hide He walked Carlsbad to White Sands For forty days and nights But it only took ten minutes for that man to realize: Lord, it's lonesome everywhere Now he's living back in Boston teaching English in high school Lyrics Glad to have bi-weekly wages Glad the kids all think he's cool He's a man who has learned from where he's been He keeps a bottle full of white sand on his table down the hall And a worn map of New Mexico thumb-tacked on the wall Oh, you never know He may need to go again As he walks along the hallway He feels that power swell up from inside And finds a miracle of living In having nothing left to hide Oh, it's a miracle