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 to Kingston bettin' on a rooster fight

Well bottoms up now darlin'

Well let's get on back to town

Well the bottoms aren't the kinda 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 grand-daddy 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 kinda place you need to hang around

Let's get on back to town

Let's get on back to town

It's a coal black sky and the coonhounds cry

Well the distant hunters shine their lights as they go passin' by

And they're fancy free in the bodark 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 kinda place you need to hang around

Let's get on back to town

Let's get on back to town