For the Birds

Here We Are (There We Went)

Far Out West Sessions

It's Good To Be Back ('Round Here Again) (Far Out West Sessions)

DRINKIN' MY WORDS
by Bob Morrison/Sharon Spivey

IT WAS FOUR IN THE MORNIN' WHEN SHE CAUGHT ME SNEAKIN’ IN
I SAID, "MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS", WHEN SHE ASKED ME WHERE I'D BEEN
I SAID, "I DON'T NEED YOU"; LORD, I EVEN HELPED HER PACK
NOW SHE'S SOMEWHERE IN DALLAS AND NEVER COMIN' BACK

CHORUS:
AND NOW I'M DRINKIN' MY WORDS
SO SORRY THAT I SAID 'EM
DRINKIN' MY WORDS
AND HOPIN' SHE'LL FORGET 'EM
WHAT'S LEFT OF MY PRIDE
I'M SWALLOWIN' SLOW
DOWN ON MY KNEES
I'M DRINKIN' CROW

I STILL HEAR ME LAUGHIN' ALL THE WAY THROUGH HER FAREWELL
I SAID, "HONEY, I'LL MISS YOU WHEN THERE'S A SNOWSTORM DOWN IN HELL"
AND I SAID, "I'LL BE SORRY", AND SHE'D SEE ME SHED A TEAR
SOON AS COWBOYS WEAR DRESSES AND REDNECKS DON'T DRINK BEER

CHORUS:
	REPEAT


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DRINKIN' MY WORDS

Borrowed Blade is country grit and gospel backbone—songs hammered on an anvil of hard times, small-town faith, and second chances. Fiddle cries, pedal steel sighs, and a low Telecaster growl carry stories of men and women who don’t run from the storm; they ride straight through it. These tracks lean on porch-light prayers, two-lane highways, court dates, and kitchen-table reconciliations. The title speaks to winning with what tried to wound you: you take the lie, break it in half, and use it for a handle. From barroom whispers to Sunday-morning vows, the record moves from hush to holler—brush snare shuffles, train beats, waltzes, and boot-stomp 4/4. This is not revenge; it’s redemption with calluses. Press play when you need courage you can hear and a map you can follow.

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