From The Bottle To The Bottom
You ask me if I'm happy now
That's good as any joke I've heard
It seems that since I've seen you last
I done forgot the meaning of the words

If happiness is empty rooms and drinking in the afternoon
Well I suppose I'm happy as a clown
But if it's got a thing to do with smiling or forgetting you
Well I don't guess that I can say I am

Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
He's been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
Well that's the way that I've been feeling
Since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learning how to live with losing you
You wonder if I'm better off with freedom
Now to do the things I choose
Well all my times my own and I got nothing left
But sleeping time to lose

There's no one here to carry on if I stay out the whole night long
Or give a tinkers damn if I don't call
I'm living like I wanted to and doing things I wanna do
And nothing seems to mean a thing at all

Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone
Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew
When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper
He's been putting in his shoes to keep the ground from coming through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants
Because he's never seen a single dream come true
Well that's the way that I've been feeling
Since the day I started falling
From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool
Learning how to live with losing you
From the bottle to the bottom losing you