Drowned in whiskey, bathed in wine
Crying tears of 80 proof bottled by my eyes
I'll drink until I've sobered up
Or drained this whole town dry
Drowned in whiskey, bathed in wine
Got a roaming man with a roaming heart
on a steady diet of girls and gin
He roams the world with roaming hands
But only darling booker ever seems to understand
Drowned in whiskey, bathed in wine
Crying tears of 80 proof bottled by my eyes
I'll drink until I've sobered up
Or drained this whole town dry
Drowned in whiskey, bathed in wine
Bottled boxed or barreled up
Stolen, paid, free, or on credit
White and red or brown and gold
It's all the same from where I sit
Traveled to Chicago to escape my troubles
Wearing Black Velvet like it was my skin
I met my Maker in sweet Loretto
But my Christian Brothers set me on the right again
Maybe one day, the lord himself will save me
He'll reach right down and clear my sight
But here on earth, this bar's my chapel
And Heaven Hill is plenty heavenly enough for tonight
Thin Lear's sophisticated rock music is tempered with soaring chamber pop accents and an undeniable gift for melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2020