(I went to see an old army buddy of mine to do some drinking

And his wife had become an alcoholic and I wrote a song about it)



Pay no attention to Alice she's drunk all the time

Booked on that wine bunches of it and it ruined her mind

Pay no attention to Alice they say she's a sot sane she is not

But she loves it and it's all she's got



She made that apple pie from a memory

Made them biscuits from a recolection that she had

She cooked that chicken too long but she don't know that

Oh what the hell it ain't too bad



Pay no attention to Alice she's drunk all the time

Booked on that wine bunches of it and it ruined her mind

Pay no attention to Alice they say she's a sot sane she is not

But she loves it and it's all she's got



Don't talk about the war I was a coward

Talk about fishing and all the good times raising hell

Empty that one down we'll get another

It's gettin' late we might as well



But we ran your car into a ditch man don't sweat it

I know Ben down at the Shell Station he'll get it out

Alice put your ashes in that ashtray

I swear woman you're gonna burn down the house

Pay no attention to Alice she's drunk all the time