Imbibing My Prescriptions
Kev Russell – Buttermilk & Rifles
Transcribed by Mike Hiatt
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Intro E, A, E, A, E, A, E, A,

         D                B
I’ve been confiding my confessions
       A                E              D             A
To the grackles and the coffee and the cottons in my crimes
       D           B
I been turning my directions
       A            E                  D           A
To the image of the graceful like the smoke on the vine

(Chorus)
	          E               B
       Can’t you hear me when I tell you
	    D               C#	             A
       Although my heat is grievous I make rhymes
              E                 B
       Are you ailing or are you crying
             D            C#           A            
       Out to Jesus for to make a bed to lie.
       
(2nd and 3rd verse)
                 E          B         D               A
Name your sons after bombs yer daughters after bugs
  E           B          D             A
Elijah make a bed for to lay them down upon
         E                B          D              A
For they may not know the How or the why to make it home
   E B A      E
To-night   Tonight

(Break) E, EA, E, A

         D              B
I been imbibing my prescriptions
         A            E              D               A
Like the lover of the coward and the peacock and the crow
       D                B
I been singing with discretion
       A                    E            D            A
To the black snakes and the baby and the only woman I know

(Chorus + )

          D           B
I’ve been swearing my successions
        A            E             D              A
That to labor is the honest and to failure it may lead
       D              B
I been dressing my depression
        A                    E              D              A
Like in all good men there’s weakness and a language and a need

(Chorus +)