Pay No Attention To Alice - Tom T. Hall

I went to see an old army buddy of mine to do some drinking

And his wife had become an alcoholic and I wrote a song about it

Pay no attention to Alice, she’s drunk all the time

Booked on that wine, bunches of it and it ruined her mind

Pay no attention to Alice, they say she’s a sot, sane she is not

But she loves it and it’s all she’s got

She made that apple pie from a memory

Made them biscuits from a recollection that she had

She cooked that chicken too long but she don’t know that

Oh, what the Hell, it ain’t too bad!

Don’t talk about the war, I was a coward

Talk about fishing and all the good times raising Hell

Empty that one down, we’ll get another

It’s gettin' late, we might as well

But we ran your car into a ditch, man, don’t sweat it

I know Ben down at the Shell station and he’ll get it out

Alice, put your ashes in that ashtray

I swear woman, you’re gonna burn down the house

Pay no attention to Alice, she’s drunk all the time