Winonah
Michael Nesmith / Linda Hargrove / James Miner

Winonah, the whiskey owns her
So she takes to the taverns 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
While sweeping up the sawdust underneath the barroom booth

Early in her younger days she felt she could not cope
So dependency on drink became her only hope
And now the dreams she's dreamin' come from bottles on the shelf
So gaily, drinking daily, sweet Winonah finds herself