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