Jack OC and The Alien - Empty Whiskey Bottles

Used to meet where the creek ran through
Jim Beam between our wintergreen chews
Hardy habits have us on the grain
Cheap tourniquets hit veins
Rubber boots and overalls
Five A.M. they play the same damn song
Pesticides with the silage in the breeze
Now she's gone and all we see is
Empty whiskey bottles
Twenty inches between rows
Mamma Ogallala
Take away the blues and ya ain't got soul
The liquor store knows my name
Haven't saved a dollar of my pay
Backlog booking them well water rights
The white rocks replaced the moonshine
Running pumps and protocols
Damn shame to make the rainfall
Gold digging yellow dent number three
Now she's gone and all we see is
Empty whiskey bottles
Twenty inches between rows
Mamma Ogallala
Take away the blues and ya ain't got soul
The Lotto ticket better save my soul
Center-pivot, drain the blue coal
Look away, they rape the Lords lawn
Inseminate, get paid and move on
Run amuck, use the law
Who truly got paid this fall?
That suit and tie sitting in the lobby
All we see is Monsanto seeds and
Empty whiskey bottles
Twenty inches between rows
Mamma Ogallala
Take away the blues and ya ain't got soul

Written by:
David Lipkind, John Otting-Crandall

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