Bottom Of The Bottle

Hey brother, won't you buy me a drink,
 'cause my throat is dry,
 I need something to help me sleep,
 I need something to help me get by.
 'Cause I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 'Cause the devil gave me some Jack,
 with the splash cool,
 to take me tased well tamed to my lips,
 and it burned lips, passed my throat.
 'Cause I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 'Cause one drink just leads to the next,
 and I loose control,
 I feel the whisky seep in to my skin,
 and taking away my soul.
 'Cause I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 'Cause I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 I've been down at the bottom,
 bottom of this bottle so long.
 I've been down at the bottom,
 down at the bottom,
 down at the bottom
 so long.