At the bottom of the bottle is where a man can hide

When he must cross a river he knows is too wide

When the bottle is empty even heartaches are gone

Though his eyes can't see no one he don't feel alone

Come go with me to the bottom of the bottle

On our way down we may meet fond memories

I talk better from the bottom of the bottle

Come join the man who she left so helplessly

[ steel ]

They all tell me that last night my baby came in

And she walked to my table to forgive me again

My eyes caught a memory and my mind tried in vain

I said your face looks familiar but I can't call your name

Come go with me...