On the Bottom of the Glass
DMy radio started Aplaying
Gbut I had to change the track
that’s the price that I’m paying
for the things I can’t take back
It was a good old cliché love song
and it made me feel sad
I was thinking about the things I had done wrong
and why it all turned out so bad
Ref. AWhy, why cannot Dlove ever be Geasy?
Why did I have to hurt you so much?
Why did I break your heart into pieces?
Why did I let my mind lose touch?
I was driving on a byway
lamp posts were passing by
it was a long and lonesome Friday
more alone than meets the eye
I pulled over at the lousy bar
and drank a bottle of gin
and played a song on my guitar
about the things that I have been
Bridge: EmOh how, how Gfoolish of Dme
Oh how, how I wish I could see
Oh how, how can I make myself clear
Oh how, how I wish you were Ahere
I put myself into bed
and into the pillow I cried
stayed awake and stayed sad
I’ll have the last shot of rum
to wash away the pain
I reckon the time has come
to hit the road again