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Albums:

O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Rock Bottom: Live at the Bottom Line (Dave Davies) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) · Portugal Night 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fados from Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 2 (J.D. Walter) – and 90 other albums »


While on this earth, Jesus did a lot of talkin'
He proved it in His words and in His walkin'
Well, He was not a man of this world's design
I'm
whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
First we'll pick Priscilla up and then we'll stop for Jane
And Mary Ellen needs a ride, we're goin' by her place

We're goin' to a party, our friends
with my guns by my side 
Ready to ride till I die 
And I'm a soldier 
And you can see it in my eyes 
Even when the man dies 
They say a soldier
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes
Well, I'll come out
come streakin' by.
She' got a bad old man, you know
And I'm too young to die.
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse 

Saw the bullfighter's
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes
Well now, baby meet me in the bottom, bring me my running shoes
Well, I'll come out
First we'll pick Priscilla up. And then we'll stop for Jane.
And Mary Ellen needs a ride. We're going by her place.

We're going to a party. Our
and leave your ass mindless
When snakes slither in the grass spineless

That's rock bottom, when this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's rock bottom
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
Just a little old shanty by a railroad track
The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby
And a freight train
Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool
I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool
There's a man on the bank ten thousand
time to lose

You see me in the bottom
Lordy now, streakin' by
Well, see me in the bottom mama
Lordy, streakin' by
You can bet your bottom dollar
Ideas from the bottom of the ocean
Refracted by the different densities
Mr. Fisherman don't catch a full load
He just keeps floating on the surface
at
And don't forget that H, get you smacked in your face
Got so many sons, I was young, now they half my age
90K out in Portugal, smile on my face, backlit stage
The reflections of the trees are cut by the bow of my piro
And spattered by the paddle of my eager hand
That Mississippi woman is a wavin' over
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack
Just a little old shanty by a railroad track
The hummin' of the drivers was my lullaby
And a freight train
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was, it taught me how to cry
Hummin' of the driver was
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry,
The holler
Bottoms up [x4] ("Get your bottom's up!")
Bottoms up [x4]

Keep it movin', man. make it poppin', man
I be on the move, Gotta catch me when you can
Might see
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
The humming of the drivers was my lullaby 
And a freight train
Death wish rage
Spun out, doing 90 on highway
With a dash of salt for safekeeping
She gotta keep herself safe
Brought her new man here, close by
time to lose

You see me in the bottom
Lordy now, streakin' by
Well, see me in the bottom mama
Lordy, streakin' by
You can bet your bottom dollar
horrors of man come to life
Hell, ancient lies that dull and deprive
Hell, preying on confusion and torment
At the bottom's wher you'll
Dwell, with
seek no bliss

X-ray visions, eye in the sky
And the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates
Hemlock straight up goes down easy

Hangin'