The Waxies - Empty Bed

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “As the flames leapt higher at the Derry armory We hurried back home, Dave John and me Our duty done, the mission fulfilled And our blood still cold from the men we had killed Comin’ ’round the bend and down the old lane We arrived just to find our own homes in flames Like our dogs and our cows we were roped and led away Now I haven’t seen my wife for 15 years come this May Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed That night I cried as they dragged him away Held tight to our three children who’d also have to pay There wasn’t food enough for hands who couldn’t till So I found myself all alone tending the still Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed The Montserrat sun burns like numbers in my chest Not white not black but Irish I’m kicked harder than the rest Worth half as much and treated twice as mean This is the closest thing to hell these old eyes have ever seen Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed So I find me a drum and an old copper coil Some tools and clean water for the sugarcane to boil Then after work is done with the window shut tight I think of my wife and brew solace by moonlight Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed Whiskey won’t fill, won’t fill this empty bed Won’t fill this empty bed Won’t fill this empty bed from Wasted Saints, released March 15, 2012 B. Malloy & The Waxies“