I've been turning wrenches And mending fences on a farm in this nowhere Georgia town $12.25 an hour it ain't much but it's enough to turn things around I mow Mrs. Johnson's yard when the grass gets high And I make every meeting every Tuesday night But I long for a sweet release And I can almost taste the whisky I wanna crawl back in that hole again Let that dark smoke clear my head And feel what it feels like to forget It'll be a year come October That's you've been gone and I'm been sober I got an old blue fixer up that barely runs and a brand new Texaco card Little white house outside of town and the fellowship of faith ain't all that far Sometimes I volunteer at the mission on 4th And sometimes I park and sit and stare at the liquor store Cause I long for that sweet release And I can almost taste the whisky I wanna crawl back in that hole again Let that dark smoke clear my head And feel what it feels like to forget It'll be a year come October That's you've been gone and I'm been sober I know what it is What it cost What I had What I lost But I still long for a sweet release And I can almost taste the whisky I wanna crawl back in that hole again Let that dark smoke clear my head And feel what it feels like to forget It'll be a year come October That's you've been gone and I'm been sober