Della Mae - From The Bottle [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(C. Woodsmith)
Light’s low as the fire dies
My hand on a pistol, lonely at my side
I’m lost now my husband out the door
He took the children with him
He can’t take it anymore
Told me he’d come home
Come back again if I let the liquor go, but I can’t let go my sit
‘Cause I went to the bottle
And I drank that bottle dry
And I covered up my anger I’ve frozen up inside
And I opened up that door and the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied
Oh god I can’t feel it anymore
My hand is all a trembling on my stillhouse door
As I walk into her sweet air
Where my heart should be a’beatin I can only feel a tear
And I preay to my god above
That I’d burn her down to get back the one I love
‘Cause I went to the bottle
And I drank that bottle dry
And I covered up my anger I’ve frozen up inside
And I opened up that door and the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied
Its dark now, I’m on my knees
I pray to my god give me the strength I need
I’ve got to light that math and burn her down
I got too much to live for, ‘fore they put me in the ground
I’ll go back to my children’s arms
And watch the ashes rise and go up to meet the stars
And I’ll go from the bottle
And I’ll leave that bottle dry
And I’ll open up my anger I’ve frozen up inside
And I’ll open up that door but the devil won’t oblige
Cut the fuze, to which my mind is tied