Irene - Ian Noe

Irene pulled in at midnight

Lit on smoke and beer

Proudly crawled to the porch and called your favorite child is here

Ma asked where ya livin'

And are ya livin' right within?

She said with fire like a gospel choir to sin

Old Irene

Like a raven bomb

She’s cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on

Old Irene

Never lackin' charm

Said I was feelin' good and in the neighborhood I mean no harm

Irene sat down for supper

Pourin' visine into her eyes

To see her tremblin' hand was to

Understand some things you can’t disguise

Pa said not for nothin'

But you don’t seem to be quite well

Irene read back with a smilin' crack how could you ever tell?

Old Irene

Like a raven bomb

She’s cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on

Old Irene

Don’t believe in pain

She said to live this life you need a half a pint to keep you sane

Irene said but I ain’t happy

Sometimes I wake up feelin' dead

And if the sun should shine I close

My blinds pretend there’s rain instead

Took down all my mirrors

I gave away all my rope and guns

Drowned the darkest times with some

Old Irene

Like a raven bomb

She’s cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug that she comes up on

Old Irene

Said it’s sad but true

In spite of all it brings it’s the only thing that gets me through