Joanne

Jack Daniels & handgun
Couldn’t afford Elijah Craig
That’s sippin’ bourbon
From a Baptist preacher
& We ain’t got much time
Never mind to talk to god
Writing my last words from a mother fucking bath tub
A suicide note
Simply sounds too severe

I just couldn’t deal with the thoughts inside my head
I’m sorry momma
I’m so sorry Joanne
Your son was supposed to be so much more
And when I thought I was
I came up short

God rewards us for our good deeds
And the devil, the bad ones
And my girl, she was a bad one
Baby, we had a good run

I just couldn’t deal with the thoughts inside my head
I’m sorry momma
I’m so sorry Joanne!
Your son was supposed to be so much more
And when I thought I was
I came up short

Yeah

I came up short