Lyrics

BOTTOM OF THE BOTTLE



my grand daddy blasted dynamite
worked the quarry day and night
the lord took his wife in the prime of life
he was never the same
buckets of tears and homemade wine
stuck him in the ground at 55
mama told me a hundred times what he said headed to his grave

the bottom of the bottle’s that’s an empty place
guaranteed to leave a bitter taste
better ease back on the throttle
turn around on the double
‘cause brother all you’ll ever find is trouble
at the bottom of the bottle

my cousin was a high school football star
took a bottle of Jack and his buddy’s car
crashed his dreams into a cottonwood tree
then he walked with a cane
one night women and whiskey bars
hid the pain not that scars
hey cous’ if you could hear me know
i know just what you’d say

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daddy said
the day he died
just look what the bottle’s done
my last request is
don’t let this happen to you
swear to me son

got a wife a child a picket fence
all i lack is common sense
caught it young had it ever since caught the family disease
she took our daughter to Omaha
haven’t seen them in so long
so I’m drinking overtime to forget it all and the last thing she said to me


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