Four Fingers of Rye

Four fingers of rye in a cheap hotel glass
Ice is long gone and the night is moving slow
Cedar on my tongue from a leaf I meant to save
I light it anyway, let the room fill up with glow

Boots on the rail, hat down like a secret
The jukebox died an hour ago
I talk to the bottle like it still owes me money
It just sits there shining, telling me no

Bartender left the key and the lights on dim
Said son you look like you already paid
I told him I was just waiting on morning
He said morning don't come this far into the trade

Lord if you're listening through the smoke
I ain't asking you to make me new
Just let this glass last one more song
And let this ember see me through