Whiskey Bottle Mountain

Small town rumors they swirl in the air Seeking old timers to do their sharin' Heard one bout this place long ago It ain't no lie, this one I know Of an old mill town at the foot of a hill Milling white cotton and corn in a still Sometimes were good, sometimes were bad Sometimes people always are sad That's why they go to Whiskey Bottle Mountain Their favorite drinking fountain To stop the pain, but it won't go away And every day is just another day At Whisky Bottle Mountain The bottles share the brokenness all around Of desperate souls completely bound By the fragile line so finely strayed 'Tween livin' free or living in the grave Some found victory, but most found pain And families drown from the constant rain Of fear and anger, and lies and rage That come from living inside the cage That's why they go to Whiskey Bottle Mountain Their favorite drinking fountain To stop the pain, but it won't go away And every day is just another day At Whisky Bottle Mountain No prisoners are taken from pontiff to dreg If they don't have it in town, they'll find a bootleg Til one day they see "I have to do this for me And if I don't, where will I be, where will I be That day I decided life over death My soul, bent and broken, strugglin' for breath My people, they gave me the love that I need I found my stride, I had been freed But brothers and sisters of all race and sizes The sun always sets, but also, it rises It ain't ever easy, but the reward of it all Is a soul that's free from that fated fall. That's why I'm never going back to Whiskey Bottle Mountain Can't drag me back to that drinking fountain I've stopped the pain, it's gone away But every day is still another day At Whisky Bottle Mountain