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Post by JamesP on Jun 10, 2018 14:16:21 GMT -5
Trying my hand with my God's help at a jazz blues song.
At The Bottom Of The Bottle
There's the empty bottle Laying down there on the floor. In my drunken stupor I think I see you at the door Then I realize I'm dreaming And just before I hit the ground At the bottom of the bottle You can't go further down.
It wasn't long ago, that I thought we had it all Why we drifted far apart Tonight I don't recall Now you're just my memory But the voices still resound Cause at the bottom of the bottle You can't go further down.
I feel the sun breaking through The broken window pane My bloodshot eyes remind me I won't see you there again. As I stumble to the kitchen And pour the coffee grounds At the bottom of the bottle You can't go further down.
Yes at the bottom of the bottle There is no further down.
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