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