Rub-Alcohol Blues - The Fiery Furnaces

Troubles up and down the road

And trials all the way around

Never knew what trouble was

Till my honey threw me down

With nothing but old ragged clothes

My heart strings broken to shreds

Blues creeping over my body

Queer notions flying in my head

The easiest thing I ever done

Was loving and drinking wine

The hardest thing I ever done

Was paying off a judge’s fine

I’ve never worked for pleasure

Peace on earth I cannot find

The only thing I surely own

Is a worried and troubled mind

If men and wine don’t kill me

The one more plan to find

Soak up all the old rub-alcohol

Ease all trouble off my mind