i s standin in the mornin rain outside that norfolk southern yard rollin dice like a train the wind was blowin hard i m down twenty to the devil hell i hope he ll take a check i ll kiss his ass til i get level then i ll break his neck i have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain t no tomorrow i was cursed from the first with a thirst for the sweet wine of sorrow ah there s things a man can do to himself where his own parents don t recognize his face and there s things he does to everybody else that even true love can t erase and you wind up scattered all in pieces and you spend your life tryin to understand when you figure it out you realize it s your selfishness between you and the promised land i have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain t no tomorrow i been cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow hallelujah i d trade anything i can beg steal or borrow i was cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow now i m shattered on the sidewalk like them dishes that they brought when you were swollen with my baby and your daddy bought that shotgun when we got caught and now there ain t much that matters and to tell the truth i still don t understand so i think i ll go down to madame moreass and just pretend you ever gave a damn i have drank from the cup of your soul like there ain t no tomorrow i been cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow hallelujah i d trade anything i can beg steal or borrow i was cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow baby i s cursed from the first with a thirst for that sweet wine of sorrow