Bottle At a Time
Looking at old photographs
Reflecting on our troubled past
Remembering the good times and the bad
Remembering the laughs and all the tears the trouble you were put through
Bottle at a time
Was a troubled man back then
Drinking my life away
Seen my loved ones drifting away
One by one
As I Threw my life away
Bottle at a time
I was country boy rich
White picket fence
Good looken woman
With a baby on her hip
What I do to get it all back
I'd pour that bottle down the drain
I'd speak my truth
I'd pour my heart and soul
Out to the ones who gave damn
Miss my life,Miss my wife
Miss the laughs the all the smiles
The memories to last a lifetime
I miss there faces the most
When I use to light up a room
Before a glass of whiskey
Miss my life miss my wife miss
Living that country boy dream
Had it all threw it all away
Bottle at a time
I was country boy rich
White picket fence
Good looken woman
With a baby on her hip
What I do to get it all back
I'd pour that bottle down the drain
I'd speak my truth
I'd pour my heart and soul
Out to the ones who gave damn
Let the whisky come between us
Lost the house, lost the car
And then I lost you
I was country boy rich
White picket fence
Good looken woman
With a baby on her hip
What I do to get it all back
I'd pour that bottle down the drain
I'd speak my truth
I'd pour my heart and soul
Out to the ones who gave damn
Lost the woman of my dreams
Wish it all back
Reflecting on our troubled past
Remembering the good times and the bad
Remembering the laughs and all the tears the trouble you were put through
Bottle at a time
Was a troubled man back then
Drinking my life away
Seen my loved ones drifting away
One by one
As I Threw my life away
Bottle at a time
I was country boy rich
White picket fence
Good looken woman
With a baby on her hip
What I do to get it all back
I'd pour that bottle down the drain
I'd speak my truth
I'd pour my heart and soul
Out to the ones who gave damn
Miss my life,Miss my wife
Miss the laughs the all the smiles
The memories to last a lifetime
I miss there faces the most
When I use to light up a room
Before a glass of whiskey
Miss my life miss my wife miss
Living that country boy dream
Had it all threw it all away
Bottle at a time
I was country boy rich
White picket fence
Good looken woman
With a baby on her hip
What I do to get it all back
I'd pour that bottle down the drain
I'd speak my truth
I'd pour my heart and soul
Out to the ones who gave damn
Let the whisky come between us
Lost the house, lost the car
And then I lost you
I was country boy rich
White picket fence
Good looken woman
With a baby on her hip
What I do to get it all back
I'd pour that bottle down the drain
I'd speak my truth
I'd pour my heart and soul
Out to the ones who gave damn
Lost the woman of my dreams
Wish it all back
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Writer(s): Rick Barnes
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