down this winding country road
And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill
where last week I fell off
There's still some oil by the old elm tree
and a dead squirrel that I hit
But if I hadn't left, I would have struck you dead
so I took a ride instead
Bottoming out
bottoming out
Bottoming out
bottoming out
My doctor says, she hopes I know
how lucky I can be
after all it wasn't my blood
mixed in the dirt that night
But this violent rage, turned inward
can not be helped by drink
And we must really examine this and I say
I need another drink
Bottoming out
bottoming out
Bottoming out
bottoming out
I'm tearing down Route 80 east
the sun's on my right side
I'm drunk, but my vision's good
and I think of my child bride
And on the left in shadows
I see something that makes me laugh
I aim that bike at the fat pothole
beyond that underpass
Bottoming out
bottoming out
Bottoming out
bottoming out
Bottoming out
bottoming out
Bottoming out
bottoming out
I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road And I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill where last week I fell off There's still some oil by the old elm tree and a dead squirrel that I hit But if I hadn't left, I would have struck you dead so I took a ride instead Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out My doctor says, she hopes I know how lucky I can be after all it wasn't my blood mixed in the dirt that night But this violent rage, turned inward can not be helped by drink And we must really examine this and I say I need another drink Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out I'm tearing down Route 80 east the sun's on my right side I'm drunk, but my vision's good and I think of my child bride And on the left in shadows I see something that makes me laugh I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out Bottoming out bottoming out Explain Request ×
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