Bottom's Up

He is a regular at Tootsies down on Broadway and Bleeker street
You'll find him sitting at the bar and staring hard at his whiskey neat
And it is obvious to see that he is past his prime
And it is evident to me he is a friend of mine
And he is certainly a man with a need to make a buck

Bottoms up
Bottoms up

He used to work with me all day at the local auto store
But then some company come in and he was heading on out the door
And when the money stopped rollin' well his wo-man had to say
Son we got to get us moving, find ourselves a better way
But when you got no pay, well hey it's kinda easy to get real stuck

Bottoms up
Bottoms up

So now you find him down at Tootsies that's the place where they used to go
In the days before she left him and he didn't seem to even know
He told me "Son it's kinda lonely when you live your life like me
Bible says there's no one blinder than a man who will not see
But honestly I think I'm just a man who's out of luck"

Bottoms up
Bottoms up



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Writer(s): Steven Blane
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