From the Bottle to the Bottom

You ask me if I'm happy now that's good as any joke I've heard

It seems that since I've seen you last I done forgot the meanin' of the word

If happiness is empty rooms and drinkin' in the afternoon

Well I suppose I'm happy as a clam

But if it's got a thing to do with smilin' of forgettin' you

Well I don't guess that I could say I am

Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone

Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds has soaked the paper

He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants

Because he's never seen a single dream come true

That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling

From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool

Learnin' hard to live with losin' you

You wonder if I'm better off with freedom now to do the things I choose

With all my times my own and I got nothin' left but sleepin' time to lose

There's no one here to carry on If I stay out the whole night long

Give a cankerous damn if I don't call

I'm livin' like I wanted to and doin' things I wanna do

And nothin' means a thing to me at all

Did you ever see a down and outer waking up alone

Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew

When the water from the weeds soaked the paper

He's been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' through

And his future feels as empty as the pocket in his pants

Because he's never seen a single dream come true

That's the way that I've been feelin' since the day I started falling

From the bottle to the bottom stool by stool

Learnin' hard to live with losin' you