bottom of the bottle of Rose blues
i got the bottom of the bottle of Rose blues,
and i can't be dealin with you...
sat down tonight, one thought in my mind,
ordered a bottle, some of that red sweet wine.
well, i started in drinkin, doing no thinkin;
just wanna relax, forget about you.
see, i tried explaining, but you don't understand,
don't want to be stayin in one place, or with one man.
can't be tied up, or slowed down,
you'd just be slowing me down...
well, i hit the bottom and it's too confusin,
you know, i'm a loner, always cruisin...
i got the bottom of the bottle of Rose blues.
i keep hearing lovesongs on the jukebox,
that old slide guitar sounds like it's cryin;
hey bartender, pass me another bottle of wine,
and if anyone should ask, tell them i'm doing fine, flyin...
see, i tried explaining, but you don't understand,
don't want to be stayin in one place, or with one man.
can't be tied up, or slowed down,
and babe, you'd just be slowing me down...
hit the bottom and it's all too confusin,
i'm a loner, always cruisin...
i got the bottom of the bottle of Rose blues...
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