The Bottom of That Bottle

I went looking for the devil

Just to waste some time

The envoy of hell within my glass

He's a friend of mine

I reacquainted with my favorite swill

Who whispered his favorite lines

The devil made me do it

From the bottom of that bottle

I went running with the devil

Bouncin' round my brain

I saw the city dude that took my girl

I should have walked away

I found myself face to face

With the dude the whiskey and my rage

The devil made me do it

You can't tell the story from the headlines

Don't think the choice was mine

So why should I be ashamed

When I'm not to blame

I found the devil hides

At the bottom of that bottle

I'm thirsty for the devil

Staring out from this prison cell

My dried-up veins miss my favorite poison

My thoughts bouncing off these walls of hell

Doing twenty to life in here

Is a slow decline as I do the time

But my only crime

Is getting to

The bottom of that bottle

You can't tell the story from the headlines

Don't think the choice was mine

So I'm not ashamed

When I'm not to blame

I found out the devil hides

At the bottom of that bottle