Sweet Southern Vengeance

[Intro] [Verse 1] Well, the sun sets low on a Georgia night, Magnolia blooms and a porch light bright. He sips his tea with a lazy grin, But he don’t taste the arsenic stirred in. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a slow burn, a Southern turn, A wife’s revenge where the fire’s slow to churn. One drop a day in his sweet iced tea, Till the Reaper knocks, and he’s waltzin’ with me. [Verse 2] He called me “darlin’” with a whiskey tongue, Left my heart cold where the warmth had sung. Now his laugh’s a wheeze, his steps drag slow, Funny how love festers when it’s time to go. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a slow burn, a Southern turn, A wife’s revenge where the fire’s slow to churn. One drop a day in his sweet iced tea, Till the Reaper knocks, and he’s waltzin’ with me. [Bridge] The preacher’ll say, “Lord, what a shame,” But the ladies all know why I’m smilin’ at his name. A widow’s weeds hide a victor’s crown, While his bones lie still in the cold, cold ground. [Chorus] Oh, it’s a slow burn, a Southern turn, A wife’s revenge where the fire’s slow to churn. One drop a day in his sweet iced tea, Till the Reaper knocks, and he’s waltzin’ with me. [Outro]