There ain't enough corn mash in this whole sorry town

To wash off the burn out the way it all went down

That cork squeaks so loud when it's sticking its way out

And I'm afraid the best you's gonna hear

Now the fire on my tongue is for those who die young

And the weariness of we who stayed behind

There's a poison sickness in my heart

And I don't trust the ashes of my mind

I've got too many sorrows and far too little time

To sit and drown these memories under Tennessee Rhine

This salt on the rim has me thinking about him

And my shaking hands can't hold back no more tears

Now the fire on my tongue is for those who die young

And the weariness of we who stayed behind

There's a poison sickness in my heart

And I don't trust the ashes of my mind

Whispering my shame to the bottom of my grasp

Won't get me through the dawn or make the darkness pass

So I'll hold out tonight and clutch this bottle tight

And drink about the light I saw in you

Now the fire on my tongue is for those who die young

And the weariness of we who stayed behind

There's a poison sickness in my heart

It's tearing me apart

And I don't trust the ashes of my mind