Drinking Saved My Life
Jo and her husband Tiny
always gave me a hard time
just because I liked to dance and drink.
Tiny didnít believe none of that stuff,
but he kept telling me I was going to Hell
if I didnít stop living the way I did.
He only said it for my sister Jo.
One time Jo and Tiny gave me a ride
back up to Jax
from a visit with Mama in Delray,
them and their six kids and me
all in the same truck.
Man, I got so thirsty
I just had to stop for a drink.
You get out, we ainít waiting around
for your nasty ass, Tiny warned,
shifting his eyes over at Jo
like a little boy wanting a gold star.
I got out anyway, and sure enough
they drove off without me,
so I didnít have nothing else to do
but get drunk in that bar.
Next day Mama called me.
She wanted to know if I was all right.
Jo and Tiny and their kids
all got killed
two hours after they dropped me,
a drunk driver slamming into the truck
at a hundred miles an hour.