Pay No Attention To Alice — текст песни (Tom T. Hall)

(CHORUS)
Pay no attention to Alice, she`s drunk all the time,hooked on that wine,
bunches of it,
And it ruined her mind.
Pay no attention to Alice, they say she`s a sot, sane she is not, but she loves
it,
And it`s all she`s got.

She made that apple pie from a memory,
Made them biscuits from a recollection that she had.
She cooked that chicken too long but she don`t know that,
Oh what the hell, it ain`t too bad.

(CHORUS)

Don`t talk about the war, I was a coward,
Talk about fishing and all the good times raisin` hell.
Empty that one down, we`ll get another one,
It`s getting late, you might as well.

Though we ram your car into a ditch, man don`t sweat it,
I know Ben down at the shell station and he`ll get it out.
Alice, put your ashes in that ashtray, I swear woman,
you`re gonna burn down the house.

Pay no attention to Alice, she`s drunk all the time...