Lyrics - Bottoming Out by Reed Lou

I'm cruising fast on a motorcycle down this winding country road
And
I pass the gravel on the foot of the hill
Where last week
I fell off
There's still some oil by the old elm tree
And a dead squirrel that
I hit
But if
I hadn't left,
I would've struck you dead
So
I took a ride instead
Bottoming out, bottoming out,
I'm bottoming out, bottoming out
My doctor says, she hopes
I know, how lucky
I can be
After all it wasn't my blood, mixed in the dirt that night
And we must really examine this
And
I say
I need another drink
Bottoming out
I'm tearing down
Rt. 80
East, the sun's on my right side
I'm drunk, but my vision's good and
I think of my child bride
I aim that bike at the fat pothole beyond that underpass
Bottoming out

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