Tom T. Hall - Pay No Attention To Alice lyrics

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 biscuit's 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