Come on now, bread and butter   No one knows a better mother   She's the guy who kills the sky   Burns the night out when she goes away      She's the boat in the sewer   She's the old man with manure   Rockin' all night like a drum   Goin' back where she comes from      Can of whiskey      Big guitars on the wall   Cracker jacks burn and fall   Styrofoam in her hair   She is barely anywhere      Can of whiskey   Can of whiskey   Can of whiskey