Lyrics:

Tom T. Hall wrote this song about a friend of his
His wife was an alcoholic

Pay no attention to Alice, she's drunk all the time
Hooked on that wine, bunches of it, and she's lost her mind
Pay no attention to Alice, you know she's a sot, sane, she is not
But she loves it, and it's all she's got

She made that apple pie from a memory
Baked them biscuits from a recollection that she had
She cooked that chicken too long, but she don't know it
Aw, what the heck, you know it ain't too bad

Pay no attention to Alice, she's drunk all the time
Hooked on that wine, bunches of it, and she's lost her mind
Pay no attention to Alice, you know she's a sot, sane, she is not
But she loves it, and it's all she's got

Don't talk about the war, I was a coward
Let's talk about good things, like fishing, and raising hell
Drink this one down, Tom, we'll buy another
It's gettin' late, aw, what the hell

But we ran your car into a ditch, oh, man, don't sweat it
We'll call Ben down at the Shell Station, he'll get 'er out
Alice, put that ash out in the ashtray
Crazy woman, you're gonna burn down the house
Pay no attention to Alice, she's drunk all the time