(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
Hooked 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.

Pay no attention to Alice she's drunk all the time
Hooked 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.

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 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...