“Winonah”

Winonah
The whiskey owns her
So she takes to the taverns
To take some company

Winonah
Nobody’s shown her
That bar rooms are a prison
And whiskey is no key

Contemplating why her youth
So quickly slipped away
Winonah pours another drink
To wash the pain away

Taking whiskey for her wages
Winonah looks for truth
While sweeping up the sawdust
Underneath the bar room booth

Winonah
The whiskey owns her
So she takes to the taverns
To take some company

Winonah
Nobody’s shown her
That bar rooms are a prison
And whiskey is no key

Early in her younger days
She felt she could not cope
So dependency on drink
Became her only hope

And now the dreams she’s dreamin’
Come from bottles on the shelf
So gaily, drinking daily
Sweet Winonah finds herself

Winonah
The whiskey owns her
So she takes to the taverns
To take some company

Winonah
Nobody’s shown her
That bar rooms are a prison
And whiskey is no key

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Winonah
The whiskey owns her
So she takes to the taverns
To take some company

Winonah
Nobody’s shown her
That bar rooms are a prison
And whiskey is no key
That bar rooms are a prison
And whiskey is no key


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