When I was a young man lord I used to hang around
All those smart town women throw my money round
Drink that cold hard liquor now any blind fool can see
That that rotgut made a prime fool out of me
Sing them brown bottle blues, brown bottle blues
wore the soles right out of my shoes
Hey I'm sleepin on a park seat with a newspaper over me
I've got them, got them brown bottle blues
Sing them brown bottle blues, brown bottle blues
wore the soles right out of my shoes
Hey I'm sleepin on a park seat with a newspaper over me
I've got them, got them old brown bottle blues
Hey sing them brown bottle blues, brown bottle blues
wore the soles right out of my shoes
Hey I'm sleepin on a park seat with a newspaper over me
I've got them, got them old brown bottle blues
