Bottle
by Corey Smith

Its a sticky situation,
I done got myself into.
The same old obligation,
has got me torn between this old bottle and you.
And i'll probably choose the drinking.
So you're prolly gonna pack your bags.
Spend a few lonely hours thinking,
before you,
you come running back.

Beggin me to be,
Just a little stronger and,
to stay sober longer,
and not to let you down.
Must these demons haunt me and
lay their wicked burdons on me and
lord won't you show me how
to put the bottle down.

Lord put the bottle down.

Another bourbon vacation,
has got me crawling on the floor.
And i'm in no condition,
to say a word when she comes
walking through the door.
Her color starts a fading,
then I hear her cryin up and down the hall.
As I drift away i can hear her praying,
sayin' Lord will you show him
heaven after all the hell that he's been through oh.

Can I be a little stronger,
and not make her wonder,
when i'm gonna let her down.
Must these demons haunt me and
lay their wicked burdons on me
Lord wont you show me how
to put the bottle down.

Can i be a little stronger?
And not make her wonder?
when im gonna let her down...
Must these demons haunt me and
lay their wicked burdons on me?
Lord wont you show me how
to put the bottle down. Whoa whoa

Lord wont you help me to be
Just a little stronger?
To stay sober longer?
And not to let her down....
Must these demons haunt me and
lay their wicked burdons on me? Lord Lord!
Won't you show me how
to put the bottle down?
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Lyrics submitted by Joey.