In "Fienin'," Hudson Westbrook sings about a love so consuming it outranks every familiar comfort, from whiskey and beer to cigarettes. The road offers money but no real relief, and the ache only sharpens with distance. The craving metaphor turns romantic longing into something physical and urgent, as if a kiss were the only fix that could steady him. Even the vices he holds in his hands feel hollow next to the one he cannot touch. The song lands on a restless, devoted hunger: only that particular love can make him feel right.
Fienin’ Lyrics by Hudson Westbrook
Got a cabinet full of old Red Label
Fridge full of ice cold beer
Got a left-handed cigarette in my right hand
Marlboro sittin’ on my ear
No, I couldn’t get my fix if I wanted to
‘Cause all I want is you
Baby, I’m fienin’
Ever since I started leavin’
Yeah, nothin’ out here ever gets me high
Guess what I’m sayin’s you’re my only vice
I’m fienin’
You’re the only one that gets me right
If it wasn’t for the money, I’d never leave, honey
Wouldn’t take a step out that door
I got your picture in my wallet and your voice on the phone
But all I want is more
Yeah, the only thing my heart knows how to do
Is hurry home to you
Baby, I’m fienin’
Ever since I started leavin’
Yeah, nothin’ out here ever gets me high
Guess what I’m sayin’s you’re my only vice
I’m fienin’
You’re the only one that gets me right
I need another hit, no, I meant a kiss
Just a little bit to get me by
It’s a habit that I’ll never kick
Gotta have it tonight
Baby, I’m fienin’
Ever since I started leavin’
Yeah, nothin’ out here ever gets me high
Guess what I’m sayin’s you’re my only vice, and I’m
Fienin’
You’re the only one that gets me right
You’re the only one that gets me right (Fienin’)
You’re the only one that gets me right (Fienin’)
You’re the only one that gets me right
