Wagoner Porter

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...