Them stories that you tell me are so hard to
swallow

You said “Go to hell” but I know you’d just
follow

The future’s closing in quicker than you think

and hanging with you I know why Henry drinks

Those obnoxious drunks downstairs are fighting
and cussing

and twelve years of me and you don’t add up to
nothing

You say what’s on your mind - tell it to your
shrink

so he can know like me why Henry drinks

Just a few more hours till the sun comes back
around

to tear each other down and drink another round

lost it on the way now I’m hating what we found

mendacity and grudge-fucks and pieces out of town

I drink half a case of beer on my way home from
work

Daddy needs his medicine to keep his hands off
Mama’s throat

Baby, push a little harder cuz you got me on the
brink

of spilling more than guts about why Henry drinks

Telling you so much about why Henry drinks

lyrics by Patterson Hood

music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell,
Lane, and Neff)