Kettle Black

[Verse 1]
It was Thanksgiving weekend
When I found out daddy was a drunk
Left his head in his lap
Empty head on a napkin
And a carpet full of crumbs
And I’ll never forget the pain on sister’s face
And momma’s tears
Wondering what kinda tornado came in
Wiped out my hero and left him here

[Chorus]
The saint can’t blame the sinner
The summer can’t blame the winter
The poor can’t blame the rich
So who am I pointing fingers
While I’m pouring four fingers
Watching him tip his kettle back
Cause I’m just a spoon in the pot
Calling the kettle black

[Verse 2]
I used to pull on the bottle
Before every church league game
Got so messed up some nights in high school
Folks reminded me of my old name
You could say it’s in my blood
Or the wires in my head
I just thank the good lord
I didn’t stay in jail
Or I didn’t wind up dead

[Chorus]
The saint can’t blame the sinner
The summer can’t blame the winter
The poor can’t blame the rich
So who am I pointing fingers
While I’m pouring four fingers
Watching him tip his kettle back
Cause I’m just a spoon in the pot
Calling the kettle black

[Chorus, variation]
Bookie can’t blame the gambler
Desert can’t blame the rambler
The roads can’t blame the ditch
So who am I pointing fingers
While I’m pouring four fingers
Watching him tip his his kettle back
Cause I’m just a spoon in the pot
Stirring that spoon in the pot
I’m just a spoon in the pot
Calling the kettle black