Cass Mccombs The Wine Of Lebanon
What's left when fortune fair returns a thief
Providence is too brief?
What's left to grieve?
Currency, the bitter rain
After the flood, what remains?
The wine of Lebanon
The wine of Lebanon
What's left when harvest tugs upon her yoke?
Cruel garters around her choke
What's left to hope?
Strap me down into your chair
Whip me till I beg for air
The wine of Lebanon
The wine of Lebanon
What's left of decadence after a year?
Pulling men from ear to ear
What holds her near?
A lottery of empty night
What is left, what is right?
The wine of Lebanon
You offered me
The wine of Lebanon
Flowin' free
The wine of Lebanon
So rare and true
The wine of Lebanon
What can I offer you?
What can I offer you?
