The Fire on My Tongue

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 morе tears Now the fire on my tonguе 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