Bottoms Up

You're such a sight

In dashboard light

You're an old forgotten photograph in shades of black and white

And we feel alright

Well we got all night

Well your daddy's gone in Kingston

Betting on a rooster fight

Well bottoms up now darlin'

Well let's get on back to town

Well the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around

Let's get on back to town

Let's get on back to town

And he's full of pride

In a double wide

Got the house and seven acres after his granddaddy died

And it's "How you've been?

Won't you come on in

Go ahead pull up a stool it's good to see you all again"

Well bottoms up now darlin'

Well let's get on back to town

Well the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around

Let's get on back to town

Let's get on back to town

It's a cold, black sky

And the coon hounds cry

Well distant hunters shine their lights as they go passing by

And they're fancy free

In the bold ark trees

Well your old man he'd kill us both if he caught you here with me

Well bottoms up now darlin'

Well let's get on back to town

Well the bottoms aren't the kind of place you need to hang around

Let's get on back to town

Let's get on back to town