I've tried to make my life
From the bottom of the bottle
I just left with cork stuck in my teeth
And a never-dying fault
Empty Camel packs on the floor
Of this dirty motel room
It can't love, ain't much to hold
But I hold it anyway
I skip the glass, and I take the bottle
Looking back, it ain't for me
And I learned a lesson for tomorrow
Take me back to where I need to be
I'm not sure that where I am
Would make my Grandpa proud
I just sing my songs, and cut my teeth
And play my guitar loud
I skip the glass, I take the bottle
Looking back, it ain't for me
And I learned a lesson for tomorrow
Take me back to where I need to be
I skip the glass, I take the bottle
Looking back, ain't for me
And I learned a lesson for tomorrow
Take me back to where I need to be
I skip the glass, oh and I take the bottle
Looking back, it ain't for me
And I learned a lesson for tomorrow
Take me back to where I need to be
Take me back to where I need to be
