Treasure Island

Branden Aeling

(August 3 / Freeport, IL)

The Drunken Preacher


Today the whiskey played my lips
It made my heart tell the truth
The sand between my toes tells truth
Drink in one hand, Bible in the next
The man they laugh at and pity

Falling to the beach floor is not new
It's something i've come to expect
Old Jack doesn't play to kindly
But I've found he is a friend of mine
The man with the broken heart

My hair falls to my back for once
I let it grow to show people my story
But then again that Tennessee brew does
Just wasting time wishing you away
The man that is trying to fill holes

Submitted: Sunday, June 30, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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