Bottom of the bottle I've seen it crush the strongest man
Turn him into shadows, turn him into sand
Bottom of the bottle, and he's still wandering for miles
Shaking his head, still shaking his hands
Dead end road
Through the smoke and the haze
A long black Cadillac rides to burying day
Dead end road
It will move you
Trouble is that trouble always gets repaid
Bottom of the bottle, got you walking on spinning ground
10 dollars in your hand, not for long
Bottom of the bottle, got you praying on the riverside
It's a long way home, it's along ride
The Dead end road
Highway for losers
And those lost souls you greet along the way
The dead end road
It will fool you
I know, I've been there on my knees
Bottom of the bottle, where blood runs thicker than water
Where blood runs thicker than the cheap red wine
Bottom of the bottle, I used to dread the night
I saw a lot of darkness...before seeing the light
© 2000 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Words and music by Michael Veitch
14 Oriole Drive, Woodstock, NY 12498 (845)679-1108
MVEITCH@aol.com