Table Song

G F Brother you've been sluggin whiskey C G Fashioned all your crosses G F To numb your blood and body C G To withstand your split losses G F But you found no holy cities C G In the bottom of your glass G F And so you cry out Zion C G Please, make my last sips last G F Pious brother to your vices C You were shunned G And burned your cradle G F Claim killer, you claim martyr C My brother Cain G My brother Able G F And there are evenings I recall C G I was older than your years G F Ram headed son, prodigal gun C G Shot with mama's tears G F Turn to a pillar of songs C G And I may have loved you less G F For I was wiser than your nature C G But I won't say I tried my best G F Pious brother to your vices C You were shunned G And burned your cradle G F You were your own forsaker C My brother Cain G My brother Able G F Pious brother to your vices C You were shunned G And burned your cradle G F Claim killer, you claim martyr C My brother Cain G My brother Able G F Pious brother to your vices C You were shunned G And burned your cradle G F Claim killer, you claim martyr C My brother Cain G My brother Able G F Pious brother to your vices C You were shunned G And burned your cradle G F Claim killer, you claim martyr C My brother Cain G My brother Able G F Pious brother to your vices C You were shunned G And burned your cradle G F Claim killer, you claim martyr C My brother Cain G My brother Able