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Garden of Joy/Jim Kweskin's America (Jim Kweskin) · Bottle, Bottle (Jim Ed Brown) · Blues in My Bottle (Lightnin' Hopkins) · Blues in My Bottle (Lightnin' Hopkins) · Empty Bottle Blues (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Blues in My Bottle/Walkin' This Road by Myself (Lightnin' Hopkins) · Blues in My Bottle (Lightnin' Hopkins) · New Orleans: The Living Legends - Jim Robinson Plays Spirituals and Blues (Jim Robinson) · Every Open Eye [Coke Bottle Clear Vinyl Indie Exclusive] (Chvrches) · Crack a Bottle (DJ Cover This) – and 90 other albums »


There was Gemini Jim and Scorpio Sal
They was livin' by the Golden Gate
Freezin' their nose and wearin' leather clothes
And dealin' every way but
a knife
John was weak and his wife was too her name was Kate and she fell in too
She let Big Jim do what he had to do and John stood by and his life was
When my lover boy comes rollin' in
Bottle of rum in his hand thanks to Sailor Jim yeah
Sleeves rolled up and he's wringin' wet
The boy is all man
Drinkin' from the bottle and singin' from the heart
Cryin' blues in motel rooms Lord the hard times weren't that hard
And some fell in and some fell
won't I get through
If there's a God I think He's got to bottle up and go
If there's still a God in heaven He's got to hit that lonesome road

No more
my lungs
And wake up screaming for my life

In my blue heaven
There's a bottle of Pontchartrain
Chalmette by moonlight
To take away the pain

Card
morning blues
Had an aching head that I wished I could lose
And I looked in the mirror, nearly died of fright
Those morning blues, ten times worse than last
A flea shine shoeshine man of fifteen
Floating into the next town
Puts a straw in a Jim Beam bottle
And lays his head down
And your Blue Duck's no longer alive

You took Jim Reed to your warm wedding bed
And from out of your love was born the boy, Ed
A pal killed Jim Reed by
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon

Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
Northland 
When you live on the edge of the law 
You know, justice in Ontario 
Blue smoke still hung in the air 
No one spoke when the cops got there
Northland 
When you live on the edge of the law 
You know, justice in Ontario 

Blue smoke still hung in the air 
No one spoke when the cops got there
millionaire

Seen him drinking gin from pale blue bottles
Drowning in shadow
Shadows moving in
Forever imagine
Imagine it's him
Nearby the window
With dreams
She had a rag-top Eldorado, "tuck-in-row pleat".
She picked me up in Colorado...and put me right in the drivers seat.
I said "I got no money...you
and clawing
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing
I was holding my own 'cause I've been in a scrap or two
Old Jim come running up out of the blue
and years you stood by me
Tellin' me I'm ruinin' my life
I'm tired of all these honky tonks
And that fly by night life

Wel, tonight a bottle stands alone
In
Or whatever they sellin’ in your food desert
Cause your soul is dessert and will be dissected and consumed
On the Fox evening news while we sing the blues
Slept in my makeup
Didn't get my teeth brushed
I crashed on the couch
And now my mouth tastes like yesterday's news

Well hello Jim Beam
Oh
(M & L--Terry Watkinson)
There's a bottle of wine in the kitchen
If you feel like hanging around
We can watch the rain on the window
We can burn your
dollars in a bottle,
And ten more just in case that don't do the trick!

And I'll be dead broke tomorrow morning,
With heart-aches by the dozen,
And a lady
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
Brass
Brass buttons, green silks and silver shoes
Warm evenings, pale mornings, bottle of blues
And the tiny golden pins that she wore up in her hair
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Perhaps a bottle of rose instead
We'll get a table near the street
In our old familiar place
You and I, face