Whiskey, whiskey, in my viens,
every time I drink it I go insane.
Went and got my old hunting knife.
I talked to the man that talked to my wife.
Oh that old storm broke out in my head.
Oh a man lay at my feet, that man lay dead.
Oh momma, look what happened to me,
I killed a man momma, they gonna hang me.
Whiskey, you steal my soul.
Oh whiskey, you be the devil's tool.
My daddy drank that whiskey all the time.
That whiskey it rot my daddy's mind.
He'd sit in the corner and he'd talk to himself.
My daddy died in some jail.
Oh momma, look what happened to me,
I killed a man momma, they gonna hang me.
Whiskey, you steal my soul.
Oh whiskey, you be the devil's tool.
I'm never going to see my sweet Becky's eyes,
I'm never going to rock between her thighs.
Rest of my days in this cold hard cell,
and then my soul straight to hell.
Oh momma, look what happened to me,
I killed a man momma, they gonna hang me.
Whiskey, you steal my soul.
Oh whiskey, you be the devil's tool.
You can't just sit down and write songs like these. You have to wrestle with the angel first. Tyrella has done that- the proof is the songs on Albedo. He is a master songwriter. Rodney DeCroo
Durham, NC singer-songwriter Skylar Gudasz makes intimate Americana delivered with dry wit and stunningly precise vocal acumen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020
This album speaks to the continuum of African diasporic culture that is central to the vibrant canon of Americana folk music. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 29, 2020