Battles to Be Won

I called an old lover, 'cause I was dying to ask
That old open bottle, said baby, how long do you think it lasts?
She told me things were good, but the past is just the past
As long as liquor is still gracing that glass

"Cause your angel's got a devil
It's in the detail, hun
Like the stories and the taxes
Your mortgage and your mattress
And the battles that have yet to be won."

And my heart gets heavy around this time of year
But spirits in that bottle, make it much more clear
She said, '"it's time to move on, but darlin' you're still a dear
So be right on, and 'don't you come back again."

"Your angel's got a devil
It's in the detail, hun
Like the stories and the taxes
Your mortgage and your mattress
And the battles, yet to be won."

In times of trouble, I always leaned right on you
'Cause I opened it up with some friends I once knew
Granddaddy he'd be happy, and Pappy Mitchell too
Good 'old CC whiskey, will always see me through

"You're angels and devils, whose
Work ain't ever done
Like the stories and the taxes
Your mortgage and your mattress
And the battles, yet to be won"

So, I'm left with that bottle, a bed, and a mirror -
They're sad old reminders that you're no longer here
And I'm broken and empty since my sweet one disappeared

My angel's ALL devil
My angel's ALL devil
And none of these stories are yet to be done
My angels are ALL devil – they're laying in the detail, hun
Just like the stories and the taxes
- mortgage and mattress
And the battle, that's yet to be won

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