Scotch and Water Blues

I've held your hand and sunk your ships
 And I can read our future in the whiskey on your lips
 Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms
 And from the church on Sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms
 Things they go and then come around to stops
 Now my baby? just a breeze through the treetops
 Glass in my hand, my back to the door
 My one consolation is I ain? your man anymore
 The Drop
 Oh, I worry just about the drop
 Oh, I worry just about the drop
 'Cause it's not the fall that kills you,
 But, the sudden stop
 Machiavelli on the door
 The shogun dropped his chopsticks in the bowl
 Oh, you might be a pastor, but you never pay the toll
 I'm flippin' from left to right
 Oh, I'm flippin' like a moth tonight
 I could never ask your baby,
 I'll wish for you tonight
 I'll wish for you
 I worry just about the drop
 I worry about the drop
 'Cause it's not the fall that kills you,
 It's that sudden stop
 That sudden stop, now
 Is she alligator
 Yeah, she's a crocodile
 She got that ancient?
 That's just hanging out of her smile
 When she called you at the keyhole, brother
 She knew it all the while
 Oh, I worry just about the drop
 Oh, I worry (I'm so worried, mama) about the drop
 'Cause it's not the fall that kills you,
 But that sudden stop