Cass Mccombs – The Wine Of Lebanon Lyrics

What’s left when fortune fair returns a thief
Providence is too brief? What’s left to grieve? Strap me down into your chair
Whip me till I beg for air
The wine of Lebanon
The wine of Lebanon
What’s left of decadence after a year? The wine of Lebanon
The wine of Lebanon
What’s left when harvest tugs upon her yoke? Cruel garters around her choke
What’s left to hope? Pulling men from ear to ear
What holds her near? What can I offer you? The wine of Lebanon
You offered me
The wine of Lebanon
Flowin’ free
The wine of Lebanon
So rare and true
The wine of Lebanon
What can I offer you? A lottery of empty night
What is left, what is right? Currency, the bitter rain
After the flood, what remains?