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Beer Bottle Blues

Copyright 2004, 2006: Free Eagle Enterprises. Used by permission.

Pain’s got a hammer, and he’s beating on the walls

Of the outhouse you’re living in behind your drunk eyeballs,

And the blackout just ain’t left you any clues.

Looking in your head for a memory

Of the night you’ve lost, ya only see

A foggy cloud, and Beer Bottle Blues.

Car keys are missing, and your billfold is gone.

Your pants are hanging loose; ya musta left your belt at home…

But then the jailer says, as he takes away your shoes,

“Man, ya hit a cop, so he busted your nose,

Gave you two black eyes, and then he diagnosed

Your problem as those Beer Bottle Blues.”

On your knees, in the night,

You’re huggin’ the toilet tight,

Groanin’, as what ya ate last night ya lose.

Then your face gets wet when your head gets beat

Down in the john… a falling toilet seat’s

Got ya drowning in those Beer Bottle Blues.

Then there comes the dawn,

And ya wish you were not bawn,

‘Cause your lawyer’s on a Caribbean cruise!

You’re stuck in jail cause your bail’s too high

Man ya got your fourteenth DUI

And a fatal case of Beer Bottle Blues.

You’re on the morning television news…

And you’re wife’s gone on a Caribbean cruise.

You’ve got them ‘poor me’ Beer Bottle Blues.

Ya keep singin’ them damn Beer Bottle Blues!

Beer Bottle Blues

Copyright 2004, 2006

Free Eagle Enterprises (MGS)

All rights reserved.

Any use of this material prohibited.

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