SHE GREW UP HIDIN’ BRUISES
THINKIN’ THAT WAS LOVE
BOURBON ON HIS BREATH
POISON IN HIS BLOOD
A WOLF IN DADDY’S CLOTHING
HE’D SNEAK INTO HER ROOM
WHILE THAT SMALL TOWN WAS SLEEPIN'
GOD SHE WISHED SHE WAS TOO
SHE GOT A LITTLE OLDER
BUT SO DID LITTLE SISTER
ONE NIGHT THE UGLY TRUTH
CAME OUT IN A WHISPER
AND THAT WHISPER WAS A TRIGGER
ONLY HAD TO PULL IT ONCE
THEY WRAPPED HIM IN THAT BEDROOM RUG
AND THREW HIM IN THE TRUNK
THAT ANGRY SKY WAS THUNDERIN’
AS THEY DROVE HIM TO THE CUMBERLAND
TIED SOME RIVER STONE TO HIM
AND LET THE BODY DROP
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH ROCKS
TO DROWN THAT PAIN
AIN’T ENOUGH WATER
TO SINK THAT SHAME
MIGHT’VE BROKE HER HEART
COULDN’T BREAK HER SOUL
BUT DEAD AIN’T DEAD ENOUGH
SOMETIMES YOU KNOW
AIN’T ENOUGH ROCKS
SHERIFF KNOCKIN’ ON THE FRONT DOOR
THIRD DAY NOT CLOCKIN’ IN
GIRLS SAID HE WENT ON A BENDER
THEY HADN’T SEEN HIM SINCE
COPS BLAMED IT ON HIS LIVER
SO THEY NEVER DRUG THE RIVER
THOSE GIRLS DON’T EVEN SHIVER
WHEN THEY’RE FISHIN’ OFF THAT DOCK
THERE AIN’T ENOUGH ROCKS
TO DROWN THAT PAIN
AIN’T ENOUGH WATER
TO SINK THAT SHAME
MIGHT’VE BROKE HER HEART
COULDN’T BREAK HER SOUL
BUT DEAD AIN’T DEAD ENOUGH
SOMETIMES YOU KNOW
AIN’T ENOUGH ROCKS
SOME CRIMES DON’T DESERVE A JURY
OR A PENITENTIARY
OR THE POSSIBILITY OF PAROLE
IN A QUARTER CENTURY
SOMETIMES THE ONLY CURE
FOR A CERTAIN KIND OF PROBLEM
IS THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF LIMESTONE
TO KEEP IT AT THE BOTTOM