Irene (Ravin' Bomb)

Irene pulled in at midnight Lit on the smoke and beer Proudly crawled To the porch and called "Your favorite child is here" And Ma asked, "Where're ya livin'? And are ya livin' right within?" She said with fire Like a gospel choir A saint immune to sin Old Irene Like a ravin' bomb She's cuttin' every rug And killin' every jug She comes upon Old Irene Never lacking charm Said, "I was feeling good And in the neighborhood I mean no harm" Irene sat down for supper Pourin' Visine into her eyes To see her tremblin' hand Was to understand Some things you can't disguise Pa said, "Not for nothing "But you don't seem to be quite well" Irene reared back With a smile and cracked "How could you ever tell?" Old Irene Like a ravin' bomb She's cuttin' every rug And killin' every jug She comes upon Old Irene Don't believe in pain She said "To live this life You need a half a pint To keep you sane" Irene said, "But I ain't happy Sometimes I wake up feeling dead And if the sun should shine I close my blinds Pretend there's rain instead I took down all my mirrors I gave away all my rope and guns Drown the darkest time With some rot gut wine And my faithful M.A.S.H. reruns" Old Irene Like a ravin' bomb She's cuttin' every rug And killin' every jug She comes upon Old Irene Said, "It's sad but true In spite of all it brings It's the only thing That gets me through" Know it gets me through Well, it gets me through Know it hits me good Know it gets me through