Written for the Wrath of God Songfight.
My first pass at this had drums and another guitar, but I couldn’t get a mix I was happy with. So I stripped it down, and it’s probably now a better song. Thank eFiddler for the sweet fiddle riff.
Escaping God’s wrath isn’t such a big deal if there’s something worse in its place. A lover, maybe, angry and reproachful ’cause I spend so many nights like a drunken poet. If I had any experiences like that, this song would be about them.
Well, I could never sit still long enough to get my way
You’re on me from the springtime through the fall
you never let up, and oh I never did catch on
Who are you to say what’s right or wrong?
It’s for the Lord above to judge me
when I’m gone.
Oh, there’s only so much I can do.
I might avoid the wrath of God,
but I’m still stuck with you.
Better if you never did complain
There’s nothing like the whiskey, nothing like the morning rain
Praying for escape, it never comes
I’ll dry out here lying in the morning sun