Winonah the whiskey owns her
So she takes to a tavern to take some company
Winonah nobody's shown her
That barrooms are a prison and whiskey is no key

Contemplating why her youth so quickly slipped away
Winonah pours another drink to wash the pain away
Taking whiskey for her wages Winonah looks for truth
Sweeping up the sawdust underneath a barroom booth

Winonah the whiskey owns her...

Well early in her younger days she felt she could not cope
So dependency on dreams became her only hope
But now the dreams she's dreaming come from bottles on a shelf
So gaily drinking daily sweet Winonah finds herself

Winonah the whiskey owns her...
Winonah the whiskey owns her