Backslider's Wine
M. MURPHEY
As the rain ruins my alibi I'm down to tellin' you
my red-eyed mind It's not the sun bright path
That called me from my home
It's just that fine Backslider's wine
My momma sings out in my memory
Son, don't takethat black eyed shine
Fight for your rights But, son don't fight for right
The right escapes even the purest mind
But I took myself for a kind and loving soul
'Til I found my face facedown on the bar room floor
I was crying Jesus what have they done to me
I will not drink Backslider's wine no more
My momma sings out in my memory
Son, don't take that black eyed shine
Fight for your rights But, son don't fight for right
And do not drink Backslider's wine
Do not drink... Backslider's wine....
