Winonah

Winonah The whiskey owns her So she takes to the taverns to take some company Winonah Nobody's shown her That barrooms 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 barroom booth Winonah The whiskey owns her So she takes to the taverns to take some company Winonah Nobody's shown her That barrooms are a prison and whiskey is no key Early in her younger days she felt she could not cope So dependency on dreams became her only hope And now the dreams she's dreaming 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 barrooms are a prison and whiskey is no key Winonah The whiskey owns her So she takes to the taverns to take some company Winonah Nobody's shown her That barrooms are a prison and whiskey is no key That barrooms are a prison And whiskey is no key