Irene (Ravin' Bomb)

Irene pulled in at midnight

Lit on the smoke and beer

Proudly crawled to the porch and called

Your favorite child is here

Ma asked where ya' livin'

And are ya' livin' right within

She said with fire like a gospel choir

A saint immune to sin

Old Irene, like a ravin' bomb

She's cutting every rug and killing every jug

She comes up on

Old Irene, never lackin' charm

Said I was feelin' good and in the neighborhood

I mean no harm

Irene sat down for supper

Pourin' Visine into her eyes

See her tremblin' hand was to understand

Some things you can't disguise

Pa said not for nothing

But you don't seem to be quite well

Irene read back with a smile and cracked

How could you ever tell?

Old Irene, like a ravin' bomb

She's cutting every rug and killing every jug

She comes up on

Old Irene, don't believe in pain

She said to live this life you need a half a pint

To keep you sane

Irene said but I ain't happy

Sometimes I wake up feeling dead

And if the sun should shine, I close my blinds

Pretend there's rain instead

I took down all my mirrors

I gave away all my rope and guns

Drown the darkest time

With some rock gut wine

And my faithful M.A.S.H. re-runs

Old Irene, like a ravin' bomb

She's cutting every rug and killing every jug

She comes up on

Old Irene, said it's sad but true

In spite of all it brings, it's the only thing that gets me through

And oh it gets me through

And oh it gets me through

And oh it gets me through

And oh it gets me through