Bottoming Out lyrics
by Reed Lou



I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country roadAnd I pass the gravel on the foot of the hillWhere last week I fell offThere's still some oil by the old elm treeAnd a dead squirrel that I hitBut if I hadn't left, I would've struck you deadSo I took a ride insteadBottoming out, bottoming out, I'm bottoming out, bottoming outMy doctor says, she hopes I know, how lucky I can beAfter all it wasn't my blood, mixed in the dirt that nightAnd we must really examine thisAnd I say I need another drinkBottoming outI'm tearing down Rt. 80 East, the sun's on my right sideI'm drunk, but my vision's good and I think of my child brideI aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpassBottoming out