Bottoms Up

You're such a sight
In dashboard light
You're an old forgotten photograph in shades of black and white
And we feel alright
Well we got all night
Well your daddy's gone in Kingston
Betting on a rooster fight

Well bottoms up now darlin'
Well let's get on back to town
Well the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around
Let's get on back to town
Let's get on back to town

And he's full of pride
In a double wide
Got the house and seven acres after his granddaddy died
And it's "How you've been?
Won't you come on in
Go ahead pull up a stool it's good to see you all again"

Well bottoms up now darlin'
Well let's get on back to town
Well the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around
Let's get on back to town
Let's get on back to town

It's a cold, black sky
And the coon hounds cry
Well distant hunters shine their lights as they go passing by
And they're fancy free
In the bold ark trees
Well your old man he'd kill us both if he caught you here with me

Well bottoms up now darlin'
Well let's get on back to town
Well the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around
Let's get on back to town
Let's get on back to town



Credits
Writer(s): Edrick Miles, Tony E. Scales, Onika Tanya Maraj, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Daniel A. Johnson, Milton Lamont James
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