Whiskey For Breakfast
© 2017
Author: Herbert Hartley & David Snyder
Whiskey For Breakfast

It’s been the same way in this world since the dawn of time
When the first man said this land here is mine
He picked up a rock and there was blood on his hands
A curse on the ground his brother dying on the sand

They called him Johnny Reb and he wore that name with pride
It was brother against brother some fighting side by side
Antietam down to Vicksburg marching to the devil’s den
After all that time still wondering where the hell he’s been

Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen the places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming about mountains and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.

Nightmares that haunt me in the middle of the day
Closing my eyes I can’t chase them away
Some came home and some remain just names on a wall
Walking down a busy street I feel the darkness call

Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen the places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming of jungles and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.

In the devil’s sand box you can’t tell friends from foe
Death is waiting for you, everywhere you go.

Whiskey for breakfast they say it’s a sin
But they’ve never seen those places that I’ve been.
I’ve been dreaming of deserts and faces of the dead
I’m drinking whiskey for breakfast, until these nightmares end.