Whiskey for the Wounds, Water for the Soul

“Some wounds need burnin’ clean… some need washin’ clear.”

I’ve bled in the dust, I’ve burned in the fight, Whiskey kept me steady through the blackest night. But come the dawn, when the ashes glow, It’s water that teaches where a man should go.

Whiskey for the wounds, water for the soul, One burns you broken, one makes you whole. Carry both in the saddle, that’s the outlaw’s role, Whiskey for the wounds, water for the soul.

I’ve prayed to the bottle, I’ve prayed to the rain, One numbs the sorrow, one eases the pain. The desert don’t forgive, but the river might, I drink from both just to make it through the night.

Whiskey for the wounds, water for the soul, One steals the fire, one takes control. Balance the burn, let the river roll, Whiskey for the wounds, water for the soul.

I ain’t no preacher, I ain’t no saint, But whiskey paints the hurt, and water paints the faint. One keeps me standing, one keeps me true, Without ‘em both, I’d be lost like you.

Whiskey for the wounds, water for the soul, Two sides of a coin no man controls. In the dust of the desert, in the storm’s dark roll, Whiskey for the wounds, water for the soul.

“Burn me, cleanse me… keep me whole.”

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