At the bottom of the bottle is where a man can hide   When he must cross a river he knows is too wide   When the bottle is empty even heartaches are gone   Though his eyes can't see no one he don't feel alone   Come go with me to the bottom of the bottle   On our way down we may meet fond memories   I talk better from the bottom of the bottle   Come join the man who she left so helplessly   [ steel ]   They all tell me that last night my baby came in   And she walked to my table to forgive me again   My eyes caught a memory and my mind tried in vain   I said your face looks familiar but I can't call your name   Come go with me...