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