"Turpentine" lyrics

Saddle up, buddy
What are you drinkin'?
What you got that stops a man from his thinkin'

I don't want tequila
This job is bigger
It's not a sipper, it's more of a swigger

And I need something quicker than any old liquor
Stronger than whiskey or wine
Yeah, I need to erase her
So line up a chaser
And pour me a turpentine

He said Did you find her
In the arms of a stranger?
I said Even worse hell, I wish I could blame her

I guess you could say
I let her disappear
For so long that one day she just wasn't here

And I need something hotter
Than that firewater
To burn her right off of my mind
Yeah, I need to forget her
So I think you better
Make mine a turpentine

So Joe, here's a twenty
It's all jukebox money
Play everything by John Prine
And I'll sit here bitchin'
As long as you'll listen
Sippin' on turpentine